I try not to talk about politics. It’s something that I believe in very strongly, but, as Jen Lancaster wisely said, us bloggers aren’t always the best to go to
I try not to talk about politics. It’s something that I believe in very strongly, but, as Jen Lancaster wisely said, us bloggers aren’t always the best to go to
I am so good at split-second judgments. Seriously. Here’s three examples, and I bet you will all be in awe, as I’m sure none of you would ever think like
It’s odd, the reactions we get when we announce that we’re getting married. In a culture that views commitment as stifling and a lifetime marriage as downright primeval, those of
I really, sincerely, fervently hope so. I very rarely go there, because A) I can’t afford it, and B) I seldom frequent the kinds of shopping meccas that hold Anthros
“And when I told her that I was gonna be moving in with Chandler, she was really supportive…. …You were so great. You made it so easy. And now you
“We’re taking the cows to auction Monday.” “What?!” Mom’s voice kept going, but I didn’t hear her. The price of hay, the work involved – all sensible reasons to sell
I hopped out of the car, (Adam’s fantastically bright blue Kia Sportage, lovingly nicknamed “Bonnie” by yours truly,) wet suit still dripping with salt water and grateful for the warm
Work has been stressful lately. That’s really all I need to say, because recounting the stress simply serves to remind me of the stress, which simply serves to make the
When we set off for New Orleans, I was starved for community. Not the kind of gentle, unobtrusive, Sunday-morning community that gives wimpy hand-shakes and makes small-talk, but the kind
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is