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A blog about food, family and photography. Life has started to feel a little more back to normal.
Making things up since 1837. The Little Blog of Words I Hate. 2018 is going to be publication year. Who will you invite? Will there be free drink? Bookshops are full of books by famous and obscure authors, yet many people go through their lives without ever meeting one. It sometimes seems as if readers and writers inhabit parallel universes. So 2018 will be the year in which I cross th.
Breast Cancer Is Not A Pink Ribbon. As The SCAR Project Exhibition is en route to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Guest Post by SCAR Girl Heidi Walker. A couple of months past until I made my 1st Doctors appointment. I mean I was only just 24, no family history, and healthy.
Utilizing Solar Energy to Power a Small Business and Homestead. As my once cheap inefficient plastic one that shattered.
This is my story about living, loving and losing someone with terminal cancer.
Are you afraid of the dark? August 5, 2015. As I was walking there was a group of 5 teenagers outside just hanging out. As I walked by one asked what kind of dog Bodie is. Then wondered if I should be. Night has always been a metaphor for death, all quiet and cold.
She is a lovely Christian. Now I am looking for other things to unplug from. Have you thought about unplugging? Posted in Around The Internet.
Making It Up As I Go. I received an amazing Lego set for Christmas from my wife. It was the Disney Castle. We picked this up in Disneyland a few years back. I was in the .
An Almost Tragic Romantic Dinner Part I.
Want woorde is al wat ek het. Slow dance in die reen. Van die begin af was dit net bedoel vir die somer. Jy moeg geleer en my kop vol somer drome. En toe vat ek die kans. Want daar was seesand in jou hare. En brandewyn in jou are. Die glinster in jou oe so blou. Het my te vinnig laat val vir jou. En nou mis ek die slow dance op somersaande. En laataand kuier sonsopkoms soene op die strand. En al wat ek wil onthou. Is jou hand in my hand.
This text goes through your eyes, to your head, back to your brain, and kindles a thought. A vague and unique thought. You predict what you will be reading next. Because all humans have a brain but not a similar thought process. Which brings me to the question, where are you? Your inner self fabricating these thoughts, giving you a unique life altogether? How would this be possible? Also note, For some one si.
Advocate for serious joy in Christ. We would all be dead without it. Somewhere along the line, you were taught everything you know and do today. Some are still learning those lessons. But truth is, we all are. Anyone who claims to know everything is delusional. The fact that we are in the 21st century, part of society as we know it today, is thanks to our ongoing learning over hundreds of years.
The sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal. Lewis The second Thanksgiving since my celiac diagnosis is in the books.