As I sat at my desk this morning, hands wrapped around a deliciously strong cup of coffee, I stared in horror at the calendar. Friday.
As I sat at my desk this morning, hands wrapped around a deliciously strong cup of coffee, I stared in horror at the calendar. Friday.
The washing machine is on the brink and I needed to call in the service. When I got home from work yesterday, I inspected the
Remember my post the other day about eating dandelions? Well here is the continuation of my dandelion encounters. This time I am not eating them,
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s
Every morningthe worldis created. Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —and
You must be wondering what the photograph of the young woman has to do with the title. Well, grab a cup of coffee and I