Today I am writing because I am supposed to write, not because I want to write. Some days are like that but the great ones say to become a better writer, write everyday. So I am. It’s gray outside today and wet and col. It feels like winter is coming instead of spring. Iowa is… Continue reading My friend, Karen
Today we went to Sam’s Club for the cheap family lunch aka hot dogs with drink or pretzels or pizza. This is pretty much the only time our kids get soda so it’s a huge treat for them. I could live without the hot dogs forever, but this is how we bribe our kids on… Continue reading Fruits of your Labor
Today I had a lot of thoughts and I am going to dump them here. It always makes me feel better. This is why writing is therapeutic for me. Who really wants to listen to all this? This is just what I could remember as I thought through my day. In the end, I am… Continue reading Thoughts of Today
I wrote on our family blog today, which is now only five months behind. I am in December which is always a long blog month with the holidays. I kind of dread writing on it sometimes because I feel like it’s the same thing over and over again each year. But once I start writing… Continue reading Journaling is more than writing
Mycomputer is out of batteries and I am too tired/lazy to get up out of bed and get the cord. So I am writing this on my phone. How’s that for honest? Last fall, William, Brooke and I planted some tulip and daffodil bulbs all around the yard. I kept saying “These things better come… Continue reading Spiritual Sundays: Hope of Spring
I know I said I was going to share what I wrote for the contest I entered today, but I feel like I want to devote this weekend to Easter. I love this two minute video about Easter. It was created for all ages and all people. Check it out. My nine year old son… Continue reading We are His purpose
Above artwork by Jessica Durrant. I said I would write minutes a day. Doesn’t mean I want to write every day. Most days I look forward to it. If I haven’t had time to write during the day, I will think of my ideas as I am laying by my five year old, waiting for him to fall… Continue reading In the face of “rejection” I hate that word.