We’re being stalked by my husband's grandmother. She may be gone these thirty years, but she still reappears with each generation.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
There I was a couple of years ago, waiting for our small town’s Cultural Council meeting to get started.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
My husband’s talking to himself again. I’m trying to give him a wide berth, not because his eyes are spiraling in odd directions – although that’s still a possibility – but because it’s tax season.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Worlds I'll Never Know
One of the initiations into the world of adulthood is the realization that it's not what we had thought it would be.
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Sunday, March 20, 2016
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
We live in what is classified as suburbia, outside of a small city that’s 20 minutes away.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
The Hunt is On
Today was a shopping day, practically mandatory when it’s 50 degrees out and raining.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Once more into the breach
I had an opportunity today to again use the breathing skills I acquired for the birth of my kids. Knowledge is a wonderful thing, and it’s good to know that something once learned is never lost.
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Sunday, March 13, 2016
One Less Farm
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Anyone with any sense will be outside today.
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Saturday, March 5, 2016
Razzle Dazzle 'Em
Last night was filled with fishnet stockings and pouty red lips – so no, not our usual Friday night.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
The results are in
My Super Tuesday posting is a tad late, but I’m going to blame it on my horror at the primary results for our town.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Those people who produce a blog post each day are pretty impressive.
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