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A Quiet Week In The House. Losing a Pet in an Autistic Household. The Power of Negative Suggestion. Follow A Quiet Week In The House on WordPress. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 6,173 other followers. At ten years old,.
Taking the journey, bumps and all. I attended a dinner party one evening, which went from lovely to awkward in 30 minutes flat. The hostess, who was a very gracious entertainer, chitchatted with me for a bit before introducing me to the one other single woman at this dinner party. This woman was going through an acrimonious divorce. Are you a Big Deal? A love like that. My biggest mistake, as I looked at the thank-you note co.
Inspiration for creative folks like you. My Life in Pens- Pt. A sacred memory from the Holy Land. What I read in the saddle. First in a series of musings on and drawings of authors I love. How to draw something complex. Some advice to a troubled artist. A master of pen and ink. A Kiss Before You Go.
Because sometimes life just makes you stop and think. Here are some pictures I took last Sunday. It is very rare here to get snowflakes large enough to show up on camera. I messed about with the first one in Lightroom. I shrank them all a bit to make the file size smaller. Sharing My World 2018 Week 12.
I Am Begging My Mother Not To Read This Blog. The Give Me Money Page. On bicycles and cars and second-wave feminism. Also, we have women in Star Wars now.
The cynical and sarcastic musings of an orphan twenty-something. Posted on January 24, 2017. After all, dating is like riding a bike, right? There is a constant trepidation.
Seeing twice as much absolutely counts as a super power. How Not to Wear a Sari.
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011. 48 Days to the Work You Love. To the Hebrew man, his Thursday morning activities were just as much an expression of worship as being in the synagogue on the Sabbath. Nothing in Scripture depicts the Christian life as divided into sacred and secular parts. This is a thought I had several years ago that still weirds me out.
In the middle of it all. Thursday, August 13, 2015. Thursday, August 6, 2015. Farewell to a Great Friend. I push back the sadness. Thursday, July 30, 2015.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015. So I challenged myself to 31 different outfits in the month of August. To begin this challenge I had to get my closet organized. Here are the steps I took to get it organized to help me out with this challenge. Do ALL of your laundry. Separate your clothes to match one another. Tuesday, August 11, 2015.
Life on a farm is not laid back. Monday, January 11, 2010. Thursday, November 26, 2009. Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I contributed little but receive much, in both a filling meal but also with all the family. I know that someday the crowd will get smaller as commitments elsewhere will pull the attendees away.
I know I would laugh at myself. I felt like I had finally grown up. So, thank you mom, dad, for being who you were and are. Just so you know, your little boy, is finally growing up.