The Impulse Tithe
Remember how I’m supposed to do one Scary Thing every day? I’ve found my Scary Thing scary enough for the entire month of November: I’ll be selling my books at the church craft fair. I’m coping with my terror by…
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Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Remember how I’m supposed to do one Scary Thing every day? I’ve found my Scary Thing scary enough for the entire month of November: I’ll be selling my books at the church craft fair. I’m coping with my terror by…
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To recap yesterday: three doctors failed to make Jane’s hair grow again, but a hair stylist’s offhand remark got it growing once more. And Jane decided to thank her…somehow. — The last time I wrote a positive customer-service letter, I was…
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Before I finish the yellowjacket saga, I’ve been tagged by Loriendil, blog-reader and fellow writer, for the “My Writing Process” blog tour. I think I’ve also been tagged by Normandie Fischer (whose Sailing out of Darkness just got listed as…
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Some background: When I got my first car, the much-beloved and still-missed Studentmobile, I put a statue of St. Michael on the dashboard. When I got the big blue minivan of doom twelve years ago, I wanted a St. Raphael statue,…
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Every so often, I lose my mind. I mean, enough that even I notice what I’ve done. Enter yesterday. I still can’t remember how I ended up looking at TARDIS hats on Ravelry, but looking at them, I thought, “These…
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Since he’s been taking the train between here and New York so frequently, Kiddo1 has developed an abiding interest in all things train: from model trains to railway timetables. “Do you know Amtrak has a Miracle Train?” He’s not talking…
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Kiddo#1 is at the end of the first term, and he says he’s getting a hundred in calculus. Awesome, right? He says, “I got a 92 on one of my tests, though, so I wasn’t sure.” I think there were…
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“You’re going to love me,” said my friend. I should have replied, “I already love you,” but instead she meant she had a bag for me in her car. My friend’s mother, in the process of cleaning out her house, had…
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On Friday night I got a “final reminder” to attend a meeting I’d never heard about before, the orientation for our local CSA. In March, I pitched the idea to my Patient Husband, who asked, “What’s a CSA?” I said,…
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If you frequent the comment box, you’re familiar with Ken Rolph, our resident Australian (actually, he’s residing in Australia and we all gather wherever via the magic of the internet.) He posted this to a forum we both belong to,…
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