Gift of Home
To call me ruined by this beautiful place we call home would be fair. There’s plenty of work to do, always, and nothing is ever really perfect by crazy-people standards; but I cannot imagine a more satisfying way to spend…
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
To call me ruined by this beautiful place we call home would be fair. There’s plenty of work to do, always, and nothing is ever really perfect by crazy-people standards; but I cannot imagine a more satisfying way to spend…
Few normal, everyday events have the power to thrust me into a foul mood more than walking barefoot on a dirty floor. Especially a hardwood floor encrusted with parrot fodder. Especially when it happens fifteen feet away from the parrot’s…
So, this past winter we stumbled upon this virtual-slash-real life community called “Couchsurfing.” Have you heard of it? It is basically a network of groups and individuals who are interested in travelling the globe a little, umm, outside of the…
Summertime 2011 will be a season different than any I have ever had in my life, for so many reasons. I have been a Mom for sixteen years, but this will be the first summer both of my two…
As a little girl I never found tornadoes scary. In fact they were a source of great excitement, testament to the fact that I never had a close enough call with one to become properly frightened. Tornado drills were a…
The work we choose often has a lot more to do with filling a financial or otherwise practical need (like health insurance, daycare, etc) than it does intrinsic value or personal satisfaction. At least in my exposure to this…