171. Wavy potato chips. 172. Fluffy cushions on a hard dining room chair. 173. Shadow’s sighs. 174. The brief respite from winter that seems to happen each year. 175. Pink sherbet skies at 7:23 a.m. 176. Friends who make soothing balm for your insanely cracked feet. 177. Harper Lee. (May she rest in peace.) 178. … Read More
My kids claim that I know a lot. I’ve never claimed to know much of anything, but people ask me questions all the time, and I answer them (apparently with adequate information) so I must know something. And since I have an itch to write a post, I might as well share with you more … Read More
Usually these posts tend to run long because you know how I can go on and on about a topic. (I know you love that about me.) Today’s post won’t run long. In fact, I stole some words from friend (thanks, Ben!) who borrowed them from website, which you can find here. I don’t need … Read More
I’ll let you make up your own story based on these pictures, taken within the span of about one day. I’m truly not certain why some of them were actually taken, which means I did not play the part of photographer for them all. Do with them what you will.
After a long weekend, who doesn’t want to just snuggle up with some kitties? I know I do, but I have to work today. So while I’m sitting back and watching my students take their first exam, I’ll pull these pictures up and think about how, in a few hours, I can be there with … Read More
“Mom I need to tell you something.” Melina looks up at me, her eyes wide and bright. I think, maybe, what she has to say is important. So I stop in my tracks. “Okay, Melina. Go ahead.” I kneel down in front of her, an action which allows me to look directly into her eyes. … Read More
The folks over at Brain, Child have been revisiting some of their favorite contributions from 2014. One of these pieces is an essay by Sarah Kilch Gaffney, entitled For Life. It recounts the reasons why Sarah and her husband, Steve, decided to name their child Zoe. You see, Steve had been diagnosed with a brain … Read More
Things speak to me, often. And by things, I can mean anything: commercials, quotes, stories, people, signs, nature, just about anything. Want a great example? Go find a Pure Michigan commercial, blast it in my ears, and watch me weep. The voice of Tim Allen and his (albeit scripted) description of days gone past and … Read More