Since Bird and Deal could eat real food, the kind that requires teeth instead of a food processor, they have been snacking off my plate. Those little rascals are culprits of plate pinching especially at breakfast. They have always had big appetites, so it seems that no matter how … [Read more...] about Greatfruit – 5:00 Fridays
Dirt and Noise
Three Lessons I Want to Teach My Sons
There are three things I hope to instill in my sons - a love of reading, an appreciation for food, and a show of manners. I believe I grew up with those same values through a combination of cultural osmosis, nature, and happenstance. I'm hoping to more actively demonstrate the … [Read more...] about Three Lessons I Want to Teach My Sons
MLK A Day of Service Isn’t Enough
"Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve..." Martin Luther King, Jr. Is there a joyous salutation to mark Martin Luther King Day? Happy MLK … [Read more...] about MLK A Day of Service Isn’t Enough
Cocoa Cozy – 5:00 Fridays
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, and the holidays are long over. North Carolina winters have turned cruel since we moved here nine years ago. I long ago ditched my quilted parka and moon boots that carried me through many winters in Minneapolis, Madison, and Chicago. I was … [Read more...] about Cocoa Cozy – 5:00 Fridays
Breast Friends and a 39 Mile Walk in the Park
For most of my life I have had a Hate/Hate relationship with my breasts. They have always been too big. There was a time that my 5'0 tall, 95 pound frame carried DDs around, much to the dismay of my back. My breasts were a nuisance, an object of lewd leering, an embarrassment, a … [Read more...] about Breast Friends and a 39 Mile Walk in the Park
Memories of Summer – Wordless Wednesday
Vernacular of Violence
I find myself simultaneously speechless and overflowing with so much to say. I just had to write. Something. I wrote this post almost as an exercise in capturing my stream of consciousness. Today when I led a writer's workshop for Bird's second grade class, a student asked me a … [Read more...] about Vernacular of Violence