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We’re coming into the home stretch here. I can feel it. I may never be thankful again. Oh, come on. I’m just kidding. But know what? It’s a beautiful day outside. It’s fifty degrees and sunny. It feels like fall, and it IS fall, but usually at this time of year we tend more toward...
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Category Archives: word countDo you have a writing zone? An office? A cave? A favorite table in a favorite cafe? Do you have a preferred writing time? Are you a morning person? A night owl? A moment-snatcher, during naps (someone else’s)? Do you need music? Silence? Chaos? Strangers? Midday sunlight? Vivaldi in A Minor performed by the London... I read Ann Cannon’s lovely blog post this morning, and I wanted to clap. And cheer. And say “Amen.” But since everyone around here is still sleeping (except Kid 4, who is [coincidentally] reading a book by the same brilliant Ms. Cannon) I refrain from noise. I will just link to her post about enjoying... I’m watching for it, that brilliant post. I’m waiting for it to arrive. I stare, purposefully if you wish, at the monitor. Here’s what I see. No brilliant blog post on the horizon. Rather, my head’s reflection, and the blowy trees in the back yard. This is the kind of mirror I can really mesh... So I was talking with a person lately. (This is news, right?) And the person has, well, really weird hair. I can’t describe it to you, because I’m not that good a writer. Just kidding. Because I don’t want to offend any more people this week. It’s a goal. Let us just leave it at... Hey, friends. Welcome to Spring Break. We are doing all of the following to celebrate a whole week away from school: Sleeping until seven every morning. (Except I didn’t quite make it.) Yep. That’s it. Big dreams, that’s what we’re made of around here. Want to hear about my Big Date with Husband on Saturday?... * Kid 1 hates to drive, apparently. I thought it was just hating to drive with her Dad, but it seems that she’d be happy to never, ever get behind a wheel. Hm. * I made banana and apple muffin batter this morning. For the next few breakfasts. (That’s banana muffins. And then apple muffins.... I’ve read quite a bit lately about this phenomenon of thinking – and I’m way too lazy to link to any of it. Sorry. A little. But here’s the Becca version-distillation of the thing – some people live in the “If Only” world. If only I were lovely. If only I were brilliant. If only... |