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of the nonsensical and rambling variety . . .
Today a possum waddled (strolled?) right up to our literal back door. I watched him. He was disgusting. But his absolute grossness did not stop me from making a science lesson out of the poor rodent look-alike. I’ll spare you the photo since you might be reading this early in the morning – but if you’re desperate to see…
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time & sleep & our own hard things . . .
It’s seldom about the words. (Although, occasionally it is.) The reason that I most frequently miss posting a blog on any given evening is (almost always) about time. There is simply never enough of it. Which, I know, is a silly thing to say. We all have the same amount of time. There’s twenty-four hours in everyone’s day. We…
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Five Finds Friday (boots (what?), kettles & ice skates)
Every week, the feeling never changes. The week was both slow and fast. At the same time. Reminds me of a quote by Oscar Wilde – Does anyone ever realize life while they are living it? FUNNY Amazon Prime is not funny. It’s fabulous. And recently our family has met a new friend through Amazon Prime…
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confessions . . .
1. When the kids run out of soap in the bathroom, I might wait for weeks to refill their dispenser. I know they are just going to spill it anyway. 2. I’m not really concerned with whether my children wear matching socks or not. 3. If I have to pick between enforcing tooth brushing at either morning or night,…
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January’s Grove Collaborative Giveaway – it’s a good one
I can’t believe I almost forgot about this post! I’ve been so busy with this and that, when I looked at my calendar for yesterday I noticed that I almost missed a really great Grove Collaborative Giveaway. This one is legitimately too good to let pass by, so I’ll just start right in with the specifics. Grove…
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Motherhood – The Club.
When you become a mother you’re an instant member of this club. And you think it will be all inclusive. I mean – the only requirement is to have a child, right? It’s kind of like that. But then, um, not really. It’s a unique kind of club. A mixed bag of sorts. A mess, really. A…
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snow days. 2017.
Even though there is a strictly enforced Wildwood Snow Policy, this weekend’s snow tried to sneak in on a weekend so that we still had a full week of school. That’s fine Snow, we don’t mind spending our weekends with you too. It was just beautiful. The first snow always is. I hope that’s a feeling I keep forever…
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Five Finds Friday (beautiful notebooks & acts of kindness & beef stew)
Well, well, well. It’s Friday, you guys. I think I forgot to write this post last week. I was enjoying myself too much with Sara and didn’t want to spend that time writing down words. Besides, we were too busy saying all the words. FUNNY When we took our family’s annual trip to Grove Park Inn…
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I’ll just leave this here ….
I keep half ways writing posts but not quite completing them. I’ve got a lot of spinning plates this week. I mean, ALL weeks. But particularly this week. It’s far too late to be wide awake in my dining room so I’m going to toss in the towel and not add “complete a new blog post” to my Reasons…
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thirty years of July Fourthing.
Guatemala: Day Two
she’s right, he knows her name.
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after I’ve written, I see what I meant to say
The words just are not coming tonight. I mean, the words are, actually. Sort of. But they’re kind of All The Wrong Ones. I really enjoyed being out of school for two weeks and was quite content to not have the evening ritual of making the next day’s lists in the five colored notebooks stacked beside me right now.…
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Raymie Nightingale: A Book Review
Kate DiCamillo. It’s a name in children’s literature that you can count on. So many of my favorites have been penned by her hand. (I read that DiCamillo faithfully writes five pages five days a week. I feel so undisciplined, Ive wasted forty three years already. How many pages would that have been? Someone do the math for me…
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the end is not like the beginning: A God story
I don’t have a new year’s introspective look-back look-ahead kind of post inside me tonight. Not for this year. Not for the last year. Maybe next year? Who am I kidding? I can’t emotionally afford to think about New Year’s Day 2018 right now. I’m literally sitting at my kitchen table with zero plan of how this simple blog…
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words for the parents.
Good grief. As soon as you write words, you have to prove them. The second they drop from your pen, an opportunity to see if you mean them is forced upon you. Or is that just me? Surely it’s not just me. And will I be a broken record for the rest of my life? The preaching to me…
