My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I was accused a few weeks ago of having given up blogging. I would like to protest that accusation, but looking at the date of my last post on here, I’m not sure I’ve got a leg to stand on arguing against that. Let me just say that in my head … More Accountability
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I have a 6 pound rump roast staring me in the face every time I open my freezer, reminding me that I need to cook it and invite some people over to help me eat it. Or, better yet, I need to invite it and myself over to someone’s house and … More For the Love of Beef
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I kinda wanted to subtitle this “a day in the life of a homeschooler,” but I couldn’t figure out how to add a subtitle, soooo… Oh well. For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the winters of my childhood. You’ll have to forgive me if I make myself … More Wintertime Memories
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” Confession: I like being in control. I like being in control of myself, my life, my emotions, everything. I don’t care quite so much about controlling other people – in fact I generally would just as soon other people control themselves and leave me out of it. But when it comes … More To Control or Not to Control
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I was driving home from work, flipping through the preset stations on my radio. Country station 1: Miranda Lambert. Nope. Country station 2: Commercials. Eh… No. Country station 3: “If I die young…” God no! I don’t have anything against dying young, but I can’t stand that song! Pop station 1: … More It’s Symbolic!
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I want to talk about old friends. Not old friends like “old friends,” but old friends as in old friends. Sorry, sorry, I know… That won’t get us anywhere. You can’t hear my tone or see my expressions. So. Not old friends like friends you’ve known for a long time, old … More Old Friends
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” Oh, dear. Where to even start? So I was debating earlier this evening whether I should write this post or not. I kinda started it, then stopped for dinner. Then got bullied into playing games after dinner. For like 3 hours. And now I’m back. Tired because it’s getting late and … More So Long, 2015!
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I’ve been trying for the past few weeks to make this post and my last post one and the same. I finally gave up. I couldn’t figure out how to cram everything I wanted to say into one post without it just being weird (like, really weird. Even weirder than usual). … More Hospital Anecdotes
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” My sister probably just had a heart attack when she read that title. Come now, dearie. Do you have to jump to that conclusion? Would I really do something like that? Just because one of your nicknames is “Princess?” Ok, fine, I’ve been known to be a horrible sister at times. … More The Bratty Princess
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” By now you should know about me and kombucha. I love the stuff. I brew gallons of it at a time, and sometimes I still run out and have to go buy some. I can’t seem to make a road trip of any length without it. Seriously. A few months ago … More Kombooza (The Adventures of Mr. Chia)
My Dear "Kindred Spirit," 