Paw Prints on My Heart
I started to say that I’d found a dog, but the truth was… she’d found me. I had just left the school, along with every parent in the county and was mozying down… Continue reading
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A Lesson from the Garden
I’m not a great gardener, I won’t lie. I enjoy it and I have success here and there, but I’m no expert. I have my vegetable garden split into two. In the front side… Continue reading
A Trip to the Big City
Last week, the hubster and I went to Seattle for the night. We had reservations at an old hotel in downtown Seattle. We were blocks away from the Space Needle, and Pike Street… Continue reading
Remain Steadfast
This morning when my alarm went off at 4:40am, I simply turned it off. I didn’t hit snooze, I turned it off. I fell back into bed, knowing full well that sleep would… Continue reading
Cake… An Issue of Civil Rights?
First question… would you want someone that adamantly disagrees with your marriage to bake you a cake for your special day? My own answer would be no. Why would I want someone to bake me a… Continue reading
Mad Middle Class Mom’s Take on the Death Penalty Debate
Today marks the 25th anniversary of Westley Allan Dodd’s execution by hanging. He was convicted (beyond the shadow of a doubt) of killing three young boys, and even admitted plans to further his… Continue reading
A Letter
When I grow up, I want to be a writer. I think about writing… no, I fantasize about writing. I read about writing. I pin about writing… oh, I have such wonderful pins… Continue reading
Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday, and 1984
I recently decided to read George Orwell’s dystopian novel, 1984. It was on my list of must-read classics. It was fascinating, yet slightly depressing. I will be reading a more light-hearted novel for… Continue reading
Journaling… Medicine for My Life
I am antsy. I feel unsatisfied. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know what I want. I feel like I am stuck in Ground Hog’s day. Working on the… Continue reading
Choices, Consequences, and a Dead Squirrel
My dog killed a squirrel. They are the rats of the trees, I know. They are diseased, I’ve been told. They eat more of the seed from our feeders than the birds… but… Continue reading
