open letter to squash bugs
Dear Squash Bugs, I hate you. I hate you with the heat of a thousand suns. I wish you would die. No, wishing your death is too easy for you and too difficult for me. Because, as you probably know,…
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Dear Squash Bugs, I hate you. I hate you with the heat of a thousand suns. I wish you would die. No, wishing your death is too easy for you and too difficult for me. Because, as you probably know,…
I have loved alfredo sauce since I was a little girl, beginning with a shrimp-and-pasta dish I ordered at Red Lobster in maybe fourth grade. My friend Amber and I shared a birthday dinner there. We also wore matching plaid pleated…
If you’ve visited the Lazy W much this past year, then you know I love running. I fell in love with it almost two years ago and have been fumbling through my own mile-addicted adventure ever since. Whether I am qualified…
Hello friends! We’re winding down another work week, and to cap off all the chores and cooking and cleaning and gardening and errands and bee stings and intense office hours (not for me obviously) and general toil, how about a…
This song Fields of Gold by Sting has always spoken to me. Tonight while walking backwards on my running trail I glimpsed the west field in a moment when the sun just sliced through the prairie grass and wildflowers and…