Making Peace with Me
I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..
I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
Today I would like to introduce you to Farmhouse Soaps: a line of handcrafted goods made in the kitchen of my friend Wendy Zook.
Yes, there were a few in your list that sounded fun to me, and no, I am not going to tell you which ones until I try. I’m grateful for the leads!
Confession: Sometimes I don’t even like Sundays anymore, though they used to be one of my favorite days, because – no mail. I can’t thank you enough for the happy pictures and notes showing up in my box these days. You brought me a great deal of joy! Special thanks to those who sent tea, […]
…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 […]
What I think about birthdays is this: They are a day to catch a glimpse of how much we’re loved. If we lived with such an outpouring of abundance 365 days a year, it would go to our heads. This should not be, and I look forward to the day when we will live out […]
With my brilliant friend Shaunda, who says it like it is.