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and there’s a video
Pretty much I only can manage words. I take some photos here and there because the iPhone has made everyone a suitable photographer. But it’s words mainly for me. Words that keep me up at night and words that burst forth, needing an outlet and begging for a listening ear. Words that pay my bills and earn us a few…
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love. (for a concert and a band.)
Last fall, my friend Karen texted me. “Buy tickets for this show. You won’t regret it.” These words were followed by a link to purchase tickets to a show at the Peace Center. Drew Holcombe and Ellie Holcombe. The You & Me Tour. I was already very familiar with Ellie Holcombe. I’ve enjoyed her music for years. Probably mentioned it…
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weekend ramble (fishing, manicures and Noonday)
Time spent on work this weekend? Very little. And what a delight that was. (Of course, like any good grown up will tell you, time spent not doing work does not mean there is not work to do and the fact is – it is certainly out in cyber space and on lists waiting for my return.) Friday night I…
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five finds friday: Dickens and Twists and a cake baker and a cuddler
It’s the end of another week full of . . . . well, full of everything. In the literature and writing course I teach my students are assigned copywork each week. The copywork is a quote or a short poem. It’s their task to write the quote down each day for a week. Then, when we meet together during class,…
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Discipline of Gratitude
Ever since a Huddle class/study I took last year, the first words in my mind when I open my eyes every morning have been the same. Seriously. Two words. Every single morning when consciousness stirs and my senses are slowly alerted to light and life and my surroundings, the two words are the same. And they’ve started…
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Noonday Trunk Show
Here are some things I love: Staying at home. Taking adventures. Hot tea. Big earrings. Sunny days. Hiking with people who are also happy to be hiking. Stacking several bracelets on one wrist. Clean sheets. When shopping is also for a good cause. Dinner cooked for me. Today’s post will not combine all of those. But it will hit on…
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when even a basketball goal tells a good story
You guys have been my friends – both virtual and in real life – through a whole lotta years and a whole mess of life. (We’re talking toddlers and vomit and divorce and death.) All the dark, but plenty of light too. This is a story more about the light than the dark. More about the good shining through, than…
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five finds friday (ryder dresses up & good friends are worth everything)
Goodness – we crammed a lot into one week this go round. I’m not sure I can even recall where this week began. Some days it felt as if we lived two or three days in that one twenty-four hour time period. But it wasn’t a bad week and I’m always grateful when that is true. funny When my brother…
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Latin Everywhere, Everyday: A Timberdoodle Review
First, can we all just agree that it’s a ludicrous system we’ve all created and sustained that we should think about or plan for the NEXT year of homeschool during the months of January or February? Those are the exact months where I want to quite EVERYTHING. At least one day in February my brain literally rebels and I question…
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weekend ramble (fly tying edition)
It was a full one. A Go & Do sort of weekend. One of my favorite Go & Do’s of the entire weekend was spent with Otto. His Christmas gift was a date to learn how to tie flies. Like – fishing flies. I don’t know if those are spelled differently than other sorts of flies. So far I’ve…
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Five Finds Friday (jewelry, ridiculous emails & oranges)
It’s Friday – hooray! This weekend I have a fun date with my younger son and the kids have some teenage events happening and it’s a funny mix of a house we live in lately, floating between grown and not. funny Lately I get more and more emails like this: They’re so ludicrous they make me laugh. Surprisingly, this guy…
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you’re worth it.
It’s the one room in your house that usually gets neglected. Especially if you are a parent. More especially if your children are still young. Laundry piles up. Clean piles. Where should I hang that painting that doesn’t exactly match our home but that I’m not ready to part with yet? It’s the resting space for those extra empty boxes…
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single and other conditions
Life is just hard. Being married is hard. Being single is hard. I tell my teenagers – being human is hard. Someone recently asked me, but were you lonely even when you were married? Yes. Sometimes. Sometimes I was. And I have one friend whose foster son doesn’t want to go and doesn’t want to stay. Can’t find the…
