In which I gross everyone out with my stitches.
Dear Monday, Once a week is way too often. ∫0
In which I extoll the virtues of lumintte SAD glasses for winter depression
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…