I sometimes work from coffee shops. Like when my house is being insulated and there’s drills and sawdust everywhere. Starbucks in not my favorite, mostly because after 15 seconds inside, I smell like burned espresso for the rest of the day. I don’t usually go for the ultra cuddly coffee shops with the overstuffed couches …
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In which Florence explains her favorite things and goes on an adventure. (read in the voice of Florence, which sounds uncannily like a 14-year-old Claire Danes) Okay, I’m like waaay to old to believe in Santa. I gave that up when I was, what, 10 weeks old? Something like that. I had my first birthday …
This Thanksgiving, Lewis and I headed to West Texas, a favorite destination of ours. My mother in law spearheaded this adventure, and Lewis and I ended up learning a few new variations on the journey. Mainly…train travel. Here are some tips on train travel. 1) Get a sleeper car. Even if the trip is supposed …
Happy Thanksgiving. Let’s not forget why America exists in the first place…because some people are so hard to be around that you have to send them off to the “New World.” Before I get accused of being the Thanksgiving Grinch…I’m thankful for many things. In particular this year I’m thankful for my little stowaway and …
Poetry for the Young Realist: No One Likes A Puritan Read More »
Grapefruit harvest has become one of my favorite things about living in the Little House on the Eastside. We have many fruit trees, but the only one, thus far to produce to it’s full potential in both taste and quantity is the faithful grapefruit tree. The meyer lemon tree is a phoenix, which is finally …
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We were watching “Lars and the Real Girl” a few weeks ago, and there’s a scene in which Lars asks his brother what it means to be a “man.” His brother answers that being faithful and taking care of the people you love is what makes a man (in more appropriately manly words). It’s not …
When I was really little, my new-Christian-mom and I listened to a lot of praise music in the car. Most of her favorite stories about me come from these times. Once, when I was about 3 or 4, we were listening to a song called “Our God Reigns.” I was singing along contentedly, and then …
In which Florence loses control of her destructive behavior. (read in the voice of Florence, which sounds uncannily like a 14-year-old Claire Danes) Sometimes…I just…destroy things. I thought I had it under control. Chew on some socks or underwear occasionally…and I’ve been working my way through the rug for months. And there was the blue …
I’m pregnant. I think. I wake up ravenous.Yesterday morning I had to be out the door by 6:30 am. So I grabbed a chewy granola bar to take the edge off, telling myself I’d have a tiny, nutritious snack when I got back home around 8 am. Okay, tiny or nutritious. You can’t have it …
Usually I’m a Cinderella/fairytale/rascal pumpkin kind of girl. I like the magical harvest look more than the Halloween look. But this year, thanks to my cousins, Lewis and I made a valiant attempt at having a jack-o-lantern on our porch. Jack-o-lantern may be a deceptive term. Why would we do something traditional, when we can …