After staring at this blinking cursor all morning, with nary a blog post idea in site, my two nieces, ages 10 and 8, came into the front room of my mom’s house. Hey girls, I can’t think of a blog post for Monday. Maybe you should help me, I said. I told them I…
I came to Pinterest to share only and not to look. I don’t see any point in looking at crafts I will never make, although, in an uncharacteristic wave of creativity, my husband and I did re-invent our Christmas tree this year by looking at Pinterest pictures. When did you decide to go with a…
On Saturday afternoon, December 13, I went to the mall. I am okay. There were some Christmas presents I needed to get, but you know I never made it past the calendar kiosk. My favorite Christmas day activity is getting out my older calendar and writing down birthdays in the new one. A new year…
I don’t often talk to you about how strange this process of writing is, but I feel like you should know about Thursday night. I had a thought on my mind for a few days and finally got it down on paper. (I still say paper, even though it is a Word document. Paper sounds…
My son brought home a syllabus for his freshman PE class. In it the teacher clearly laid out his grading method. Daily grades were based on a 4-3-2-1-0 scale: 4 Exceeds request and requirements of instructor. Participates without being watched. 3 Participates in class activities. Meets the requirements. 2 Cruises in neutral. Participates only while being…
You know that game people play where they make a circle with thumb touched to index finger and try to get you look at it? If you look, then they say, Made you look! and slug you. You might be able to imagine that I always looks. Every time. And I have come to the…
Hey guys! I’m not usually a poem person, except for the occasional Roses are Red… but one of my readers sent this to me, and it’s so full of her story and encouragement for all of us that I want to share it with you. She asked to stay quietly anonymous, but she was generous…
A few years ago I started this humble little blog, and I had to come up with a name for it. I started with Tiddlywinks, because that’s how my writer grandma signed all of her delightful letters –the kind that used to be typed on paper and sent in an envelope. Then I changed to…
I’m going to have to admit to watching Undercover Boss, Australia in order to tell you this story. What is it about that accent? I was delighted at the words “bloke” and “keen”. So there was this Domino’s employee spilling his story to the undercover boss, and we hear that his 17-year-old relative committed suicide…
It came in the mail yesterday, what I have been mistakenly calling my “mother-in-law” dress. Someone said to me, I think you mean the mother-of-the-bride dress. Okay, that too. I asked my mom on the phone last night, So, is it bad that I can only zip it if I exhale all oxygen from my…
Is your only purpose to build a tower?
In a moment of characteristic, impulsive passion, I said to my husband, “Goals are stupid!” He had spent a few days at a staff retreat, which included a look back at the goals he had made for the year and evaluation of how he had done. Of course, this causes a person to see everything…
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