These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
I always look at photos of group crafters with wistfulness and a little disbelief. Where do all these people live that enjoy hand crafts? Oregon? Canada? It must be staged….
Remember me writing about the Schwinn Collegiate bicycles I got for myself and my daughter here and here? How I was going to try to learn how to tune up a…
“You seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect.” …
Back in September, I had an avoidance day. You know, the type where you don’t want to face people or responsibilities. One where you don’t think about your troubles and…
