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Sunshine = happiness. As much as I love the rain, I really do think I deserve to see the sun for at least a couple of hours every day. Oh, yeah. This is why we live here. I can almost forget the long, long winter when I remember that even on snowy cold dreary days,

Kid Three: We could cut off his tongue and sell it on eBay. Kid Two: Yeah, just like Vincent van Gogh. Kid One: Vincent van Gogh did NOT sell his tongue on eBay. All those studies that tell about how the formative moments happen around the dinner table? I’m just saying, I hope not.

It’s not writer’s block, exactly, because I don’t actually believe in that. It’s more like apathy. Ack. I can’t write right now because I can’t seem to care right now. This happens occasionally when I do something else besides writing when I wake up. Today it was coercing a dirty kid into the shower and

Remember Mary’s eggs? Well, something got her chickens. When I say something got her chickens, I mean something wandering around town managed to get through fencing, past guard goats and her boxer dogs, and snack on her chickens. All of them. I didn’t ask for any details, and I’m sure my imagination is on overload,

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.