Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Nearly every time I write or type “2019”, I get a little panicky. It reminds me of how short time is. It reminds me that it has been almost 20 years since my oldest child was born. Was it really 20 years ago that I sat in the lamaze class, wondering when Lilly would be…

A New Heritage

There are things that are a blight on my past; dark smudges that keep my memories from having a pristine quality. Some of these smudges were made by my own reactions, but reactions are caused by actions of others. A decade ago, I would have taken on full responsibility for both the actions and reactions,…

Chopping Onions

Chopping Onions I don’t know that I’ve ever met anyone who enjoys chopping onions.  It’s a little tedious.  They make your hands smell, and your eyes tear up.  For me, though, for many years, chopping onions brought anxiety. Back in 2009, we were in the process of leaving a church.  The pastor’s wife had a…

The Way Things Were

When I was a child, I read and re-read all of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books. I like how they all worked together to survive, from butchering to hunting to gathering. My own childhood had some of this in it. We were poor when I was really little. We had a wood stove for heating the…

“Pay Attention…”

Two years ago, I was sitting on my couch fretting about having time to release a music album, home-school my kids, and garden.   I had been spending hours on social media doing all of the following, unfollowing, posting, banner-making, video-making that I was told would help me sell more product.  I spent 7 hours a…

Monday, October 15 – It’s Monday, Right?

I’m so tired, I’m not even sure what day it is.  I spent all morning doing some blues music homework, because I need to be writing a lot of songs for my music.  I finally got some song title ideas, which is a start. I also home schooled the kids, as well as made two…

Thursday, October 11, 2018 – Peace, Please

It seems like when I think things are swinging into peaceful, non-weird, non-dramatic times, something chaotic, weird, and dramatic happens. Then I can’t sleep because I’m worried about it. Then all my senses are on edge, and I’m cranky. As time goes on, it get easier to roll with the punches. Recovery time is less….

Wednesday, October 10, 2018 – Rainy Afternoon

Over the last couple of days, I’ve tried out a few recipes that I’ve had in my head.  I’m going to test at least one of them again, and if successful a second time around, I’ll post the recipe on here.  I am pleased with how it turned out the first time, so fingers crossed….