And Calder… my oldest… while sampling the kiwana… well he just looked at me the way he always looks at me these days.
Again, reminiscent of other orange fleshed edibles like carrots and sweet potatoes but muskier and not so great.
Throughout my life, prayer has played various roles depending on how holy I was feeling and how much I believed. When I was in high-school, college and on up through my twenties, I prayed all the time. I had this non-stop running conversation with God going on in my head. I prayed for friends, relatives and co-workers. I prayed for the people that I knew who were dabbling in Buddhism, vegetarianism, feminism and environmentalism that God would save them from [...]
I recently finished the book Mennonite in a Little Black Dress by Rhoda Janzen. When I first saw this book, I immediately assumed that it would be awful. I imagined a schmaltzy story where a former career woman comes back to her Mennonite roots and rediscovers love in a pasture. But that was not the story at all. Instead it is a non-fiction account of one woman who returns home to her Mennonite community after decades of living with an [...]
There have been a lot of ups and downs with my garden this year. I have been battling bugs for months attempting to stay organic by handpicking the eggs and the bugs and spraying homemade garlic oil, neem and dish-soap on my plants, but after several weeks of this laborious regimen, I went out to my garden to find a new crop of squash bugs crawling all over my patty pan squash and pumpkin vines and in a fit of [...]
I gotta barrow, gotta barrow full of sunshine… Sorry. It was really late when I wrote that caption.
Dear Charles, I sometimes think that the whole world is made of wax… except for the people, who are made of regular old people material. On the off chance that the world is not made of wax, what do you suggest? I grow tired of scooping the waxen air out of my way and typing on a waxen keyboard only to grow hungry and be faced with either a wax apple or a waxy bowl of cornflakes. Remember those tiny [...]
And Calder… my oldest… while sampling the kiwana… well he just looked at me the way he always looks at me these days.
Again, reminiscent of other orange fleshed edibles like carrots and sweet potatoes but muskier and not so great.
I have a problem…
I call it my secret pleasure breakfast, back to life, not so hard and brittle steamer doohickey thing.
I placed my secret pleasure breakfast re-activator device doohickey thing over a bowl of boiling water in the microwave.
I then sat my secret pleasure dried out ginger peach breakfast scone atop my secret pleasure re-activator hard and brittle personality inhibitor device and zapped it for twenty seconds!
For my tea making tools, I dug out this cast iron kettle with dragons on it that the CD gave me a few years ago for a birthday present. I pretended to be excited that he got me a cast iron kettle with dragons on it in which to make tea… but no… not really into dragons.
Drew was my collaborator in this experiment. He loves tea as much as his mom. We both usually pour milk and sugar or honey into our tea, but for the sake of this experiment we are drinking it black.
We wrote down our thoughts about the taste as well as a rating for each cup with one being low and five being high.
This is what I ordered on my birthday at a local eatery called Coco Bolos.
Find yourself very absorbed in the marriage difficulties of Sammy Davis Junior and Mai what’s her face.
Sprinkle in that elixir of life… that fabulous concoction… that ancient delight of the palate… the powdery cheese packet (minus the packet).
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