Maybe you’ve heard me say it before, but when Paul died people said some pretty stupid things to me. And maybe you’ve also heard me…
Well, it’s been a week since my foster daughter planted her fairy garden and I have to say I was sceptical as to if anything…
This will be a short post, Dear Reader, because I am very sleepy and am going to be early. But I wanted to let you…
I was meant to be scanning old newspaper clippings this evening. But then I got sidetracked playing with Photoshop. So, I guess I’ll need to…
This will be a short post – or rather, a short public service announcement – because I am using my Dad’s netbook as I am unable to get online…
Like most kids, I played Hopscotch growing up. It was a great game and really only required a piece of chalk. And since they used…
Oh, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday. What will I do with you? Wednesday, I want to love you because you symbolise the middle of the workweek which…
Over the past several weeks I’ve made a lot of decisions that will have a lasting impact on my life. I’ve set the wheels in…
My friend posted a list of 100 random things her daughter wrote about herself out of boredom and I thought I’d give it a shot…
I was standing in the kitchen making dinner when my foster daughter asked me if I’d ever heard the song “Catch a Grenade” which prompted…
Growing up, I used to love it when we had frosting and graham crackers as part of our school lunches. It was awesome! And the…
Don’t you love it when you’re sitting there minding your own business and all of the sudden – completely out of the blue – an old camp song pops…
I’ve decided to take part in the “Dialect Vlog”* craze so today you get to see me on camera. Yay! Here’s how it works: I have…
I used to be able to sit in complete silence and just be at peace with myself. I used to be able to curl up…
A low platelet count means I’m on rest orders from the doctor. My foster daughter is spending the night at a friend’s house. I’m too…
I hate junk mail. I really do. It’s a waste of resources and a waste of my excitement – because I always get excited when I have…
My friend posted a list of 30 things that make her smile and asked her readers what would be on their list. So, here’s my…
I have had one of those really crummy days where I just want to scream and throw a temper tantrum. It’s not one of those…
I am American, born and bred to American parents. My ancestors are Germans from Russia. This means that I am not, contrary to the insistence…
Remember how I told you I went cross country skiing last week and didn’t fall once? Well, I wish I had fallen once because it…