Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Someone said the difference between being psychotic and being a writer is very narrow indeed. Some people hear voices and are locked up, and others hear voices and write their stories. In the last three weeks, I’ve realized I “channel”…
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Between January 10th and April 10th, I wrote the complete first draft of ♥My Book♥. Next comes the editing. If you’ve noticed in the sidebar, I’ve had a little tracking bar giving information about my word count. I’d set myself a goal…
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As part of the Thomas Nelson blogger book review program, I received a copy of the Word of Promise Next Generation New Testament MP3 set. It bills itself as “the perfect way for young multi-taskers to absorb Scripture. This ambitious…
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Patient Husband: What time is it? Me: Eleven o’clock. Kiddo#2: It is not! It’s eleven-oh-five. Me: That’s what I said. It’s eleven o’clock. Kiddo#2: But the clock says — Patient Husband: Don’t be over-specific. Everyone hates that. Me: To be…
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My Patient Husband said that sometime later this week, he’s going to take a walk down the street from his job over to the bicycle store. He says, “But I’m not going to buy anything. I’m pretty safe because I…
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I participate in two online forums which frequently face questions about how to deal with toxic people. Many times these are family members, but at other times co-workers, bosses, friends, others they need to deal with on a daily basis….
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If you made a Lenten resolution, how did it work out? Back here on the weblog six weeks ago, a few of us mentioned an intention to give something up or take something on for the next six weeks. It…
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My kids long for Easter. The glory of the Resurrection? That’s nice, but what they really crave is Easter Bread, also known as “casarella” (which is pronounced, for some reason, “casadeel” in my family’s special Foggianese dialect that makes the…
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It occurs to me that I’ve always misunderstood something in the Bible. (And you all say: Big surprise. I know, I know… But maybe God made me this dense just so I’d have the joy of discovery over and over…
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Since moving to Angelborough, I haven’t dreaded the school bus stop. The school bus stop in Angeltown was its own little drama. My neighbor, who was my exact opposite, started by being furious that the bus stop was inconveniently located…
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