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Five Fridays (nine)
FUNNY I sent this poem by Wendell Berry in a text to my dad the other day. Luckily he thought it was funny too. FASHIONABLE Undoubtedly, this is the hardest entry for me each week. What in the world do I know about fashion? Wait. I’ll tell you. Absolutely nothing. Recently hannaH told me that a friend of hers put…
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your kryptonite
The conversation came up at dinner tonight. And my new best friend Jen Hatmaker talks about it in her book For the Love. (Which I am listening to on audio and which I am finding more hilarious than an early episode of New Girl. And loads more appropriate.) Everybody has a thing. Maybe you call it your pet peeve. Maybe…
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All the Words We Don’t Say
In one of the many books I keep stacked beside my bed, the author talks about the value of talking through a problem. The value of naming a sadness. Which has me thinking. About that. About other places I’ve read similar ideas and thoughts. About processing and talking and sharing and explaining and All The Words We Say. The idea…
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Free Products From ePantry
In my search for ways to generate extra income and to get free stuff that I already love, I came across ePantry. (That’s right – I’m just telling you like it is. I like deals and I like earning a little money and I like bartering for the products we use at home. It’s how I roll.) Whenever you want…
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Thumbs Up: A Game Review
After I wrote about the game YamSlam that the kids and I love to play, I sent the link to the people at Blue Orange games. They were so kind and they offered to send a game to our family to play and review. Well – who says “no, thank you” to games? Not me! Thumbs Up arrived at our…
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Five Finds Friday (eight)
I didn’t do one of these little gems two weeks ago because it was Christmas day – and last Friday found us on another holiday – New Year’s Day. But I think I’ll proceed as planned today. FUNNY My funny seldom comes from the internet. (But I want to laugh more so if you know some…
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practice. (unwelcome though it is)
Of course at the very instant that you choose a word, the worlds are going to collide and the earth is going to tremble and you’re going to get a chance to immediately test out your shiny new resolve. Did you really mean what you said? Were those just pretty words all lined up in a tidy row? Maybe I…
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the single word
For the past four years I’ve been following the lead of my friend Alece over at Grit & Glory as she started her One Word 365 community. The idea and the challenge is to pick one word – just one single word – to shape and define and strive toward for your year. That somehow always feels more manageable…
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All the Stars in the Heavens: A Book Review
It’s been a while since I’ve picked up a lighter fiction work. I find that time and life have a way of changing and shaping the type of reader I am. (Is that true of just me or does anyone else feel that too?) I’ve avoided most mainstream modern fiction this past year because it’s so frequently full of…
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it’s not a new year’s resolution kind of fix.
I don’t really feel like writing. I didn’t really feel like celebrating this Christmas or this New Year’s. There’s an awful lot I don’t really feel like doing. It’s kind of stacking up around me just as I am inundated with new calendars and fresh resolutions and shared quotes about potential and a clean slate. My toilet is overflowing with…
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….. and coming up
Last night I was lying in bed with Piper, listening to her read a story about Sally and a dog. Next thing you know, I was waking up and the morning had arrived and I had no idea what happened to Sally and her dog or where the night had gone. I guess that happens from time to time, right?…
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recalling the midnight hour last week
When they are finally all asleep I sort the gifts and stuff the stockings. I wander to the fridge and snag a leftover deviled egg. I sit by the tree and look at its lights. I love its pretty sparkliness. And I’ll love getting it out of the living room as soon as the Christmas bells stop ringing. I place…
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Marley, A Dog Like No Other: A Book Review
The first dog I ever really loved was named Sadie Poe. She was a yellow labrador and she was the most well-trained canine to ever live under our roof. When she passed away after nearly a decade of a long, happy and adored life, I cried. She is buried under a cherry tree in Virginia. We go to the library regularly…
