He who angers you conquers you.- Elizabeth Kenny. Oh, bull pucky. He who angers you is going to get his ass kicked, that’s what. I’ve been thinking a lot about anger over the last few weeks, because it’s been the dominant emotion I’ve been displaying- if not outwardly, certainly within my very rich and,… Continue reading #%@**#!!
I have always liked the song Add to the Beauty by Christian artist Sara Groves, because it seemed to say practically everything I believed about how life was and how it should be viewed, lived, practiced. Which is to say, it doesn’t have anything to do with ease or comfort, but everything to do with… Continue reading Add to the Beauty
A little less than two weeks ago, Elijah and I were out for a walk, and when we came around the bend toward our house, we saw the goose family of Ink Pond walking slowly up the hill- all but one. On closer inspection, one of the babies seemed to be thinking about taking a… Continue reading The Gosling
I seem to have this weird problem of breaking bones just prior to big life changes. Way back in 2005, at nine months pregnant, I had gone downstairs to check how much water had seeped into the basement- this was a regular occurrence in the spring and summer months in Southeastern Nebraska- the combination of… Continue reading Complications
We’ve been sorting all morning. Wait. Change that. We’ve been “sorting” for over a month and we’ve come to that nasty place where you think you have a lot done, but the house looks absolutely trashed. Papers everywhere. All of the important and pretty *things* are packed away and out of the way. The detritus… Continue reading A reminder from the starling
I haven’t moved often in my life. The extent of my moving experience is dominated by memories of dormitories, which isn’t quite the same thing. Throwing all of your clothes and a mini-fridge into the back of your mom’s Geo Metro is a little different than the lengths one must go to move six of… Continue reading Place
We’re moving. After years of occasional threats of leaving, we’re finally making good on the deal and relieving our long-suffering neighbors from our lawn-care incompetence and loud children. Of course, we’re somewhat long-suffering as well. The burning plastic. The revving engines at midnight. That wasn’t us. In this neighborhood I was the stray-cat/animal lady. If… Continue reading I should probably write something down about this
This time of year is always at least partially spent searching our yard after storms for baby birds hurled willy-nilly out of bending, blowing trees. Over the years I’ve found many- too many to give any sort of accurate count. We’ve found starlings, cow birds, grackles, doves, sparrows and the usually ill-fated robin (I find… Continue reading Gone to the Bird
In the last few years, I’ve noticed that when Christmas rolls around, gone is any desire on my part to shop. This may or may not have something to do with my overall stubborn nature in regards to societal ‘Do’s and Don’ts’. Perhaps I’m tired of seeing dead animals wash ashore after an oil companies… Continue reading Handmade Christmas
Wren & Starling 