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Blessing Buckshot and Bobby Pins
I made oatmeal for the chickens again this morning, and they didn't mind that it was a little brown on the bottom. Yes, I burned it, again. This happens when my husband is not here to remind me to watch the pot. But the hens like the soft, warm grain on these cold...
Don’t Be an Odd Elf- Shop Locally
My friend Nancy, the one who says "women are better" whenever she reads the news, has been at Morning Muscles this week. Nancy likes to sleep in, but she is challenging herself to try new things and go new places in this small-town where she's lived for 25 years....
Frankie Service
It was already dark a little after four yesterday when three teen age boys were spotted in the brush by the library. Two were up near the side of the building by a small aspen tree, and one was standing on one of the benches down by the sidewalk directing them.I...
The First Woman’s Day Column
Read my first Woman's Day column, here. (I hope you like it. I'm a little nervous.)
Boats, Books & Six Degrees of Separation
I managed to wake up for Morning Muscles without my early rising husband, who is off deer hunting, but I didn't sleep well. It was like catching an early morning ferry- every hour I'd wake with a start and check the clock radio. Maybe I should figure out how the alarm...
Sunday’s Thought
From Marilynne Robinson's novel Gilead: There are two occasions when the sacred beauty of Creation becomes dazzlingly apparent, and they occur together. One is when we feel our mortal insufficiency to the world, and the other is when we feel the world's mortal...