Confession: This picture Regan colored for me provokes a wry grin on the outside, and shrieks of unspeakable mirth on the inside. It has nothing to do with the purple hair. Though there is nothing wrong with the image (or the text), the longer you look at it the funnier it gets. It reminds me […]
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Happiness comes in odd packages. Tonight I feel surprised by happiness. I feel happy about choosing my own Christmas. Maybe I could like it after all…? I feel happy about the room I decorated—just one room, at the suggestion of my friend Amy. I feel happy about real evergreen and hemlock, real pine cones and
She started life as Ms. Hyundai Elantra, teal in color, a very decent economy car. By the time she joined the Zooks, she had seen a few things in her day, had the nicks and squeaks to prove it. The odd untimely mishap has of course occurred since then. There was the time Ryan I mean
Confession: My five-year-old son is a whole lot more eloquent than I am these days. At breakfast, he is solving the problems of the world: “When I become the President, there are two things I’m gonna say, that are gonna be the rules. No slavery. And no shots.” In this I read a sincere concern
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I learned a trick from a book I never read, just skimmed: Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, by John Gray. I would probably have fits at some of the things Mr. Gray teaches. But I remember only one point, and it made sense to me. He said when your husband is in his
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—see previous post here— Without making too many blanket statements, let’s try this one on for size: Every man has a hobby or two that his wife finds at best, excessive—at worst, little short of completely ridiculous. (Hurray for marriage! I truly love this journey.) I call these hobbies Man Caves. I don’t mean in
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Confession: I’ve got a lady-in-training around my house, and I’m terrified. Boys are difficult in their own way—bullheaded and rash—but they’re soft-hearted beneath, easy to get to. This girl thing of angel one day, minx the next is harder to get a hold of. And without big sisters, her only day-to-day pattern is her mother.
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Here is a sewing trick I learned from local pattern-maker Brenda Wenger. If you sew your own dresses (particularly cape dresses) and are not 100% happy with how they are turning out, cut yourself a practice bodice from an old sheet or piece of scrap fabric. (Yes. Unfortunately my patterns truly are cut from old
Confession: I dream prolifically. I go through dreams like some people go through Kleenex. I once suggested to Ryan that if I recorded and published my dreams, maybe I’d be famous. He replied, not unkindly, “Yeah, or locked up.” But I couldn’t help it. Just for fun, I kept notes of things I did in
Confession: I am convinced that trash cans are nothing more or less than places of concealment. The success of every great mother hinges on her surreptitious disposal of certain—er, unnecessary goods. Likewise the success of every great wife! Now I wonder what The Boss would say about that… I like calling him The Boss, though