I launched my very first “Hello World” post a year ago this month. And I’m going to celebrate with 30 days of quiet. (Your world would not fall apart if I didn’t mention this fact to you, but I thought I would share it anyway.) I had no idea that my first year would hold so […]
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. —Dr. Seuss ***** Dear Ladies, Having written a note to the other half of the species, I would like to direct a comment your way as well. Once upon a time I tried to convince my four-year-old son Aarick, who was in danger of
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Dear Gentlemen, Not too many of you read this blog, and even fewer are single; but I know some of you out there, and perhaps you could help pass the word to your compadres. Did you know that most single women are not single by choice? Love, Shari Zook
Confession: This post is exactly two weeks overdue. At Valentine’s Day, I gathered some perspectives on love from women at three different stages of life: a newlywed, a seasoned wife, and a single lady. I did some homework, asked for input on my questions… and then spent Valentine’s Day burying my grandpa. But love is never out
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Confession: Last night I dreamed that the robins were back, and I thought them the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. Winter has lasted too long. I need some spring air or a large… Ah. I know what I’m thinkin. What do you wish for this dreary day? ******************************** *****Update: NEWS FLASH ***** You
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Confession: All I wanted was to raise kids who were polite and well-mannered; intelligent kids who knew how to think. Well. *cough* They know how to think. You may well say it was a trifling goal, a sideline aspiration. (Most of mine are.) I agree with you, but I still wouldn’t have chosen this Regan-path
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Confession: I never saw much point in jellybeans. The only ones I ever truly liked were the Buttered Popcorn variety from Jelly Belly. But their chief virtue lay in how much they tasted like something else. Sigh. Still, when I found a poem* justifying their existence, I decided to share it with my Sunday school
Pharaoh is the handsome, regal type: bushy and sullen, the kind that dominates by silence. Munchkin is the nice guy: clean, likeable, affectionate, the kind that takes his dates for walks in the moonlight. Both are gone more often than not these days, slinking home exhausted and mangy in the wee hours of the morning.
Confession: My boys go through blue jeans like most people go through Kleenex. Before I was a mom, I thought denim was one of the more durable fabrics. I am rethinking this. I’m considering starting a new trend: patches on knees. I’m not sure it would go over well, but it would be worth a
Walking through the woods, I found a little door. I’m sure I saw a welcome mat laid down, curled from waiting. I’d like to stop in for tea sipped from an acorn cup, and some sweet nut cakes. I’d like to forget that I’m adult, that there are dirty dishes and bad news waiting in
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