So. We have an ethical dilemma at our house. *** Husband likes gray socks. Not black or white. Gray. Very well, says Wife. I will buy you some at Family Dollar. But Family Dollar does not carry gray socks. Family Dollar carries black or white. Hmm, says Wife. Would you be okay with black or […]
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You have a little drool there on your keyboard. Still thinking about that spiced cider from yesterday, huh? Alright, here’s the recipe. It’s getting that time of year, and the leftover mulled oranges are heavenly. My friends and I eat them off the rind, while they’re warm and soaked with goodness. Slow Cooker Cider 2
Confession: This whole seed-saving bit is new to me. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before. I wanted something breathable to store my seeds in, so they could keep drying. I remembered how my friend Carla makes spiced cider—by stapling up the whole spices into a clean coffee filter. I’m trying that. Easy to make,
A bit of earth, to make it live Read More »
Confession: I stayed up till 1:30 am one night tracing it all the way back, as far as I could, until Krabill was spelled Krayenbuhl and there were names without dates. No Native American that I could find, though I’m not done yet. I have a new fetish: ancestor hunting. I chased them back across
Confession: I absolutely adore this time of year. The nights are nippy, the days still warm. The first salmon-red leaves are highlighting a few trees, but all else is still very green. I’m pulling out my favorite sweaters, cooking warm food, and thinking about a cup of tea. Back-to-school sales line the aisles of every
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Confession: I am a shameless beggar. If you want to get some good houseplants started, just ask your local friends for cuttings. That’s what I did, about three weeks ago. I got a great mixture (wandering jew, ivy, a couple kinds of philodendron, and an unidentified) and have been rooting them in water. Last week
Confession: And I remembered today’s fellowship meal at exactly 7:46 am. This is way beyond cute now, far out into the ridiculous camp. I think I’m living life like the butcher who backed up into his meat grinder and got a little behind in his work. Did you know it is possible to take a
Confession: The day before Kelly’s birthday, I suddenly realized I had no present for her. Uh–Large problem. Very nice, mommy. But it brought to my mind an idea from months ago–to restore the handmade dolly bunk bed my parents gave me when I was two; to recreate it for my daughter’s second birthday. Here’s how
An heirloom reloaded Read More »
Confession: I haven’t been doing enough singing. I loved singing today—old Sam Cooke songs like Chain Gang and Mariah, gospel songs like Is There Anybody Here That Love My Jesus? and silly songs with my kids, like Haggalena-Paggalena and Polly Wolly Doodle. Singing is a shortcut to joy. Just inside my lips I carry music,
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Confession: It is definitely possible to be too intentional. You push on a thing too hard, it falls over.
Overintentionality Read More »