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My sister in law just sent me this funny video for Mother’s Day. People with left brains are so clever. In related news, it is after seven, and everyone in my house is still in bed. Okay, that isn’t really related news. But they are still in bed, and it ought to be recorded. It

Why must the wind blow ALL NIGHT LONG? I think I must have gotten some sleep, because I felt myself wrenched into wakefulness several times by the sound of my windows straining against the gale. I am grouchy, wretchedly grouchy, and I have just a little too much day ahead of me to wallow in

Like any form of self-esteem, a positive body image cannot be given. No manner of nice things that people say to me are going to “make” me see myself any differently. Like any other version of self-esteem, a positive body image needs to be earned. Here’s where one facet of my problem lies. I have

I’m sure I was good at it in some past part of my life. I don’t know any two-year-old who can’t say it. But I seem to be defective in the saying-no department these days. A couple years ago, I started down a path (a beautiful, tree-lined path) of saying no when I needed to.

Husband is watching / listening to a photo tools tutorial in the other room (the room where he can ask for spelling assistance without leaving his chair). I want a tutorial. The guy showing him around his new program is so gracious and polite. He even lets him know when the program is about to

I’m close to 20,000 words on my new project. That’s 20,000 out of 50,000. Can we all say “Nearly half way”? Yeah! Party time when I hit 25,000, sez I. I shall bake something with much butter in.

Life is feeling short. Isn’t it weird how days can seem to last forever, sometimes even hours (see Star Wars: The Clone Wars), but then life as a whole appears so fragile. My grandma is 92. She’s precious. Lately, she’s been more and more fuzzy around the edges – not remembering some grandkids (mine are

I get to give a 3-5 minute thingy at a Mother’s Day fiesta next Saturday night. If you’re planning to be there, skip this post. Here’s what I think I’m going to say. When Moses was shepherding his father-in-law’s flocks, he saw a bush on fire, flaming but not being consumed. He found that a