We’d spent the night at the farmhouse. Morning dawned cold and dark. I lit the candles on the table, hoping to shatter the chill, and bring comfort. and cheer. Pulling my …
Yesterday, we were discussing hemidemisemiquaver and semihemidemisemiquaver. Yeah! Really we were. On the way to school the other morning, our daughter was looking at the Sunday church bulletin which had …
Just do your best. Mother raised me on those words. To my “perfectionisticly” fragile soul, (yes, I’m pretty sure perfectionisticly is a word but if it isn’t it should be, …
Let me tell ya, 2015, I was just getting used to you and all your candid adventures. I was just getting used to the way you looked around our house. …
You may also want to visit my first blog: http://rachelgoing.blogspot.com I am in the process of transferring it to this web address as of June 2017. It’s still me. …
