I’ve discovered this totally awesome thing about dirt: it doesn’t age. Better yet, most of it doesn’t mold, spoil, or flit away on other errands. Once it lands someplace, it…
Category: <span>Intentional Living</span>
I inadvertently guffaw at the word “Rest” as we come out of a week’s siege of stomach flu that has left a baby wide awake in dark hours and diapers…
I love Facebook. It allows me to delude myself with 15 seconds of fame. I can pull up that busy blue page, type “[This] happened today!”, and for two-ish hours,…
“Mama, I think you are the best mommy in the whole world.” Oh, I just want to grab those words and carry them around in my pocket for, like, the…
It doesn’t take much to remind me how much I love books: this week it was a dinner comprised of scrumptious Ina Garten dishes, a good glass of wine, some…
So I’m super, duper good at full steam ahead onslaughts to the finish line. I know when I get that determined, wild-eyed, crazy woman attitude because Big Friend visibly cringes,…