Capt. Jack Sparrow has accidents. He barks when we don’t want him to. He doesn’t bark when we would like him to. He snaps at people in his sleep. We joke about giving him away, but who would take a dog like this? And how could we give him away?
I am not a car person. I don’t get excited about cars. I don’t really notice cars. In fact, I climbed into a car of a similar color and shape (to me, anyway) as my Kia Soul in the Weight Watchers parking lot a few weeks ago. My husband says
Last week, I visited Plainview Library (southern MN), and I had a wonderful time meeting Meg Curtiss, a children’s librarian who so naturally connects with kids. She’s doing awesome things for both the public library and (as a volunteer) the local school library. We celebrated the messiness of creativity and
I have always loved songs–mostly lyrics (no surprise there). I grew up copying lyrics into notebooks and ended up writing poetry. I love listening to music, and I’m grateful to my husband, Randy, who is always expanding my extremely narrow musical horizons. Last weekend, we went to see a Twin
I don’t miss a whole lot about Florida besides family and the beach. But I do miss thunderstorms! There is nothing like a cracking good thunder and dark sky and pounding rain to make me feel cozy and safe as I read or write. And then the flash of lightning
This has been a super stressful time, and we have finally accepted an offer on our house and had an offer accepted on another home. Of course, like selling a book, it’s something to celebrate but also something I never quite trust will go through until I’m holding that book
I have a black thumb. My plants die as fast as I can pot them. Here’s one on my deck right now. But when I look out my kitchen window as I sit writing at the table, I mostly just see the happy flash of red. Whatever has died behind
I was talking to my parents on the phone, and even while discussing another doctor’s appointment (they have so many every week), my dad and I found things to laugh about. When they were calling him from the waiting room, he couldn’t find the door people were disappearing into, which
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