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
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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
50 Fun Things to Do This Summer!
I love lists. To-Do lists, bucket lists, goal lists, grocery lists. It’s a good thing I recycle, or else my lists would fill a good portion of the local dump. Last year, the… Continue reading
Very Berry Blueberry Banana Bread… and Mini Muffins!
I stock up on fruit, and it never fails that at least a couple bananas get a little more ripe than preferred… ugh. So rather than feed the compost this week, I decided… Continue reading
Work Shirts, Buttons, and Eve
I pulled a load of Jesse’s work shirts out of the dryer this morning. I headed for the couch to toss them on, and go about my morning. Milliseconds before the load was… Continue reading
School’s Out… WooHoo!
Nothing shouts “HAPPY KIDS!” like the start of Summer break. I’m pretty sure Phoenix was smiling before her eyes even opened, and she got up far earlier than normal. After school, Ayden came gallivanting… Continue reading
Project Dad’s Porch
I have a thing for pallets. I get as excited about them as my kids do for Christmas morning. With that being said, I haven’t really done much with them other than ooh… Continue reading
Dad Dad Daddio…
Gold velvetee couch, an orange door, a homemade basketball hoop, a gravel driveway. A yellow banana seat bike, fishing on Salmon Creek. Crying when you beat the poor trout’s head on a rock.… Continue reading
