“Your audience awaits,” he said. “Go.” I am a good wife and always do just what he says, and so— Five weeks later, he showed up on my Why I Blog page and said, “If you let this go much longer, you’ll have to change the title to Why I Don’t Blog. I’m waiting…” The […]
Well, that was fun… …and made a lovely addition to our soup at supper last night. Our bacon-potato-carrot-hard-boiled-egg-soup-with-a-little-chicken-and-parsley. {Yum.} My online friend Beth linked to the turkey platter idea and my children had fun putting it together while the broth ran over and burned on the stovetop and the babies yelled for food and I called for Ryan to
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Confession: I am slightly embarrassed. And extremely grateful. Today my son brought home a package he’d found in his locker at school. Inside the wrappings and quirky box and fun tissue paper was this. It’s made by my favorite potter (Alison Hershberger of White Hill Pottery), just like the one I smashed, and it’s large
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It seems that posting even twice a week will be over my head at times. I will write when I can. “Just enough to stay sane,” a wise friend told me, and I will be taking her advice. It will help if both you and I forget about my little Mondays and Fridays idea. Pretend
Confession: I told you I miscarried a tiny baby last January. I didn’t tell you the rest of the story. Of necessity, this post contains personal details I would not normally share publicly. There are not many; I have been as discreet as I could. But I ask, especially if you are male, that you
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“What is that awful noise?!” I said. “Bdddrrrrddrrrrrdddrrrrddrrrrr,” replied a throbbing vibration from the laundry room. I hurried in to look, and found the door of my upright freezer hanging open several inches, the contents melting, and the motor making a fearsome racket. “No! Son, when I sent you for bread an hour or two
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Confession: I was feeling all Mother Teresa about myself this summer for loving and sheltering a flock of needy children, until I realized that I was harassing my sons into turning their socks right side out before tossing them in the laundry so I didn’t have to touch the sweat and dirt. That was my
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Those of you who were talking last time about basements, and pantries with doors, made me think of this meme. I couldn’t find the original online, so I recreated it as well as I could remember. I’m sorry I don’t know who to give credit to. (picture source) The longer you look at it the funnier
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You might cry, at nine o’clock pm on a Saturday night when you’re cleaning the last bathroom and your man comes in and finds you. “Hey, hard workin lady,” he says gently, and holds you. You might cry then, though you’ve been strong all day. They’re in bed now. It’s not so much that you
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…a.k.a. “Confessions and Newsflashes from my Multi-Faceted* Life” * {Multi-faceted} meaning we have breakfast dishes, lunch dishes, snack dishes, supper dishes… and I am good at washing all of them. Confession: If I were a wiser girl, I would be making lunch right now. But sometimes words are food too, and I chew on them
