Do we inherit specific skills from our parents? If we do, then I inherited the desire to write from both of mine. Or, maybe it is something I just learned from them. Maybe both. My dad was a journalist. Mom was an English teacher. She was also sometimes a poet. Both were English majors in…
I am back to making To-Do Lists. The cookbook and curriculum consume most of my time. However, my disheveled house and yard cry for attention. How to prioritize? I should pull the weeds, but later today during a writing break, I am going to set up all the bird feeders and fill them to the…
My brain is on vacation for a few days so I have nothing insightful or moderately interesting to write about today. I might find something interesting to say about Tango working diligently to lick every speck from the empty peanut butter jar, but yaaaaawn, too much effort. I could make a big tadooo about sitting…
I stopped by the Verizon store yesterday to buy a new screen protector for my smart phone. Two twenty something men helped me and we all started yakking about nothing much. One of them used the term buttload. I joked with him about his language, but he informed me that butt is a real unit…
I have loved words since I was a wee child. My Dad, a journalist, and Mom, an English teacher, surely had much to do with that! I was allowed to dress as I pleased, eat whatever, listen to music late into the night,and read under a tree all day, but should I misuse a word,…
I have been blogging for approximately 18 months. At first, I was seeking a practical solution to sharing my gardening knowledge and sermons, which people often asked me to email. Blogging seemed easier, and it is. As a naïve beginner, I did not realize that I was entering into a brave new world where a…