Even at the end of February I can find joy
the morning was chalk full of fog (chalk dust full of fog?) – the kiddo enjoyed the diffuse outdoors from...
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the morning was chalk full of fog (chalk dust full of fog?) – the kiddo enjoyed the diffuse outdoors from...
so tough that this isn’t even from Sunday. Merely recollections of a fevered mind. oh – wait – the kiddo...
Hi there. How’s life treating you? Good I hope. It’s a new year and as I look at my shiny...
in this ongoing pursuit of both imperfection and joy I have to say – snow gives me joy! in this...
from my stoop to your heart – in search of joy. Right. Or at least not one of Darwin’s “I...
in which I speak from the front of Hobbit House, and Hali-dog makes her debut. Cool, right? I’m finding the...
Sometimes you want to do something but can’t. Or you can’t get to doing it. Or you’re in the midst...