Today I am grateful. I’m grateful for a job that, as my roommate put it, I can say “Yay!” about. I’m grateful for small, shy smiles, for tiny triumphs, for
Today I am grateful. I’m grateful for a job that, as my roommate put it, I can say “Yay!” about. I’m grateful for small, shy smiles, for tiny triumphs, for
Denver uses trekking poles to climb foreboding crags in howling snow. I use them for pleasant hikes in 70-degree sunshine, on a well-marked trail amongst wildflowers and birdsong. To each
All writers are readers, and I personally love to read something brilliant that a friend has written. So attention everybody, because I think you need to read this. My friend
Sydney Carton. That’s who I instantly think of when I think of self-sacrifice. The self-loathing, drunken lawyer who’s life reeks of what could have been. He drives us to tears
We did see mountains this weekend, with our friends Rocky and Jennifer (couple name = “jocky”) who are getting married this summer and thus in dire need of a break.
…I want to know how to write like that. We just finished watching Juno (I know, we’re so 2007,) and I chuckled through most of it, sighed and was taken
SO true: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaugEliY-pI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00] Edit>>> Oh, and I needed to hear this too: Ten Commandments for a Happy Writer.
We are the grateful, we sing of your love We sing of your mercy We are the grateful, the grateful ones We are the grateful, we sing of your power
I love my small group girls. 🙂 No wife can be an island whilst she has such sweet friends. ~Dani Nichols, 2009
Saturday and Sunday, Adam and I volunteered at Global Weekend at Mariners. It was freeing, somehow, to be in a mass of noble, everyday people, pounding nails and hanging black