The First Snow of December
The second day of December, early in the morning, the snow begins…
The second day of December, early in the morning, the snow begins…
Dusk was falling as I drove up our street with my three…
It is Sunday morning. I am sacrificially making baked oatmeal for my…
Sunday night must take the cake as the most collectively miserable night…
During every week, I have splashes of inspiration--colorful bubbles of fun thoughts…
This will be a short post--merely an excuse for not typing up…
Cinnamon mocha in hand, I stare out the wide living room windows,…
It is Sunday morning. The house is quiet, the day soft, gray…