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
Last night I got home a bit later than usual, and went to take a shower before my handsome husband got home. (Even though I’m technically employed now, he still
I’m feeling antsy, excited and restless. I want to go somewhere, see something new, eat a homemade sandwich by a large and refreshing body of water with the sun beating
It is cloudy and cold. Blast.
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
…I laid out in the hammock yesterday. AND I GOT A TINY BIT OF COLOR! REJOICIFY! We were blessed to have freakily summer-ish weather at our wedding in January, but
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.
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion. -Ralph Waldo Emerson I hinted
The experience was greatly enhanced by having another excitable girl (Amy! Holla!) to clap and squeal with when the big guys popped up, and a husband to hug when the