In which I call on the fierce power of love and decency to change the world and announce my alignment with the forces of good.
In which I admit that my second child didn't get to be the prince my first did.
In which I join my voice with the thousands of others who have been sexually harassed in the workplace.
In which the mother admits to being a delinquent library groupie.
In which the mother gives her family 24 days to remember to send a card.
Folks work with crochet hooks, knitting needles, material and thread, and everything a person would think of when weaving with yarn. Sometimes we weave items for friends, for presents, for sale, or just to satisfy ourselves with a peaceful hobby. The project may exist as one large piece or may be many small pieces that… Continue reading Weaving the yarn…
Sometimes writers believe that adding a touch of their natural speak helps the reader feel more comfortable with their words. I believe this to be true to a point. If you read Stephen King, you can almost hear that New England accent from many of the actors in his movies. If you read Charlaine Harris,… Continue reading A Little Goes a Long Way…
How to live to 90 — Have fun.
I went in a cave today. Those of you who know me are sitting there in either dismay or disbelief. I know. Me too. I am not a caver. In fact, caves pretty much embody all the things I hate most: cold, dark, wet, and muddy and feeling trapped. And ticks, which weren’t actually in… Continue reading Hold On to the Light
Apparently I'm destined to leave my fingerprints all over the web. Hmm. Just what I needed was one more blog. I think Ill have to consider this one "under construction" until I can find a real focus for it. Until then, just a picture: