He showed up on our doorstep Friday evening. In a gorgeous red bag.
Knock knock knock.
“This bag looks like it’s from Santa!” Eliza shouted…
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“We can only be said to be alive when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
– Thornton WilderToday’s Treasures
sunlit morning
quiet house
daddy asleep on pure… -
I think I’m in denial. About old man winter. It’s hard to believe he might be here to stay. (Missing a summer will do…
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So tell me. Is EVERY day “Laundry Day” at your house? It is at ours. On Mondays I trrrrryyyy to get all dirty clothes,…
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Our first Halloween in Salt Lake. The day was remarkably beautiful. Warmer than anticipated. And no snow on the ground.
We even went Trick-or-Treating without…
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Last week I reviewed Kathryn Soper’s memoir, The Year My Son and I Were Born. It is one of the most touching, exquisitely written…
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Here’s to Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long Leggety Beasties…
And things that go BUMP in the night!
From our Haunted House to Yours!
“Happy Halloween!”
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A few days ago I woke to the soft clinking of freezing rain. The morning was grey, clouds were thick and low on the…
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The lawn is littered with leaves. Colors high in the canyon are fading now into muted browns, fragile. And today? The sun was languid….
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It’s no secret. I LOVE Halloween! So check this out!
Back by popular demand. A favorite dessert brewed at one of the Washington DC area’s…
