Thank you so much for your responses! I am in email dialogue with a few of you. Computing… Computing… Compiling… Soon, some more thoughts on blogging. For tonight, Jesus is telling me to publish this, for one of you. ***** What does complete surrender look like? I always thought it meant an open book. An […]
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Today is my two-year birthday of blogging! I suppose I should call it an anniversary, but that sounds matrimonial and I’d rather think of Confessions as my kiddo, not my spouse. Go make me proud, little blog. But no, I will not promise to live with thee in peace until death do us part. The
Confession: I used to think that I was good at finishing projects. When my friends said “I have GOT to get some of my current projects dug out of my closet and finished before I start anything else,” I just smiled. Aww. Poor chicks. [cough] Two years ago I moved to a fixer-upper and did
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Last summer I hosted a book giveaway for Life is for Living–Not for Waiting Around, written by my friend Anita Yoder. We had one fortunate winner. But here’s some good news for the rest of you: her book is now available at a 60% discount, close-out special, through March 31st. That means it’s only $4.40
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Today I made my first butter ever. I am absurdly proud of this little pat. I blended and rinsed and squeezed and rinsed. Well well. And it tastes not so bad as I thought, after the smell of the ripened cream prepared me for the worst. But it’s doughy white. Like Ma in Little House
You guys had good thoughts. Thank you! Renee asked an excellent question (“What do you hope Facebook could be for you that it wasn’t before?”) and Cheryl described most clearly the qualms I felt myself when I was in it. Here is why I hated facebook: Competition You can slant yourself any way you like,
Confession: I’m thinking of joining facebook. Or perhaps I should say rejoining facebook. I had an active account for a year or more, and then suddenly realized I hated it and quit cold turkey. (I still have lung damage.) I heard some wise ladies say last summer that instead of standing back from the “river”
Confession: The weather is 13 degrees Fahrenheit in Meadville, Pennsylvania, and according to weather.com it feels like 1°. But it’s March 5, and today I saw the robins. Here’s a sweet idea for welcoming spring. Your favorite cupcake recipe + green-tinted frosting + sugared marshmallow Peeps = kiddo happiness, big time. Pretty self-explanatory, really. If
= ! = He < thinks > himself undetected nibbling popcorn on my pantry floor but I know he was h e r e ! . . . .
With deepest apologies to Horace, Keats, Shelley, Rossetti, and anyone else who ever created something beautiful. Also to my grandmother and my first-grade teacher, who expected better. * Season of clouds, of barren gray and dun Close bosom-friend of darkness. What is sun? A thing of faerie. Bitterest wind, and snow on snow Relentless misery
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