You Can Take The Girl Out of The Country…
My front tire’s explosion was really not as dramatic as I thought it would be. I always thought if you were going down a four-lane interstate at eighty miles an hour and your tire exploded that the steering wheel would
Finding My Way Through The Wall
Sure, I get to sit here in my stocking feet with a mug of tea beside my computer and look outside where a sparrow is trying to head butt his way through our Hardyboard siding, but sometimes -- despite these
You Know You’re Living in the Boonies When . . .
This is feeding in your front yard.Wild boar roast, anyone?Now this explains that woman's scream I keep hearing.
You Know You’re Living in the Boonies When . . .
This is feeding in your front yard.Wild boar roast, anyone?Now this explains that woman's scream I keep hearing.
The 7 Links Challenge — A Roundup of the Best (& Worst) of THE HAPPY BOOK BLOG
When my Twitter friend Julia Monroe Martin, a freelance editor and blogger working on her novel from the coast of Maine, contacted me to let me know I"d been nominated to participate in the 7 Links Challenge, I couldn"t have been more relieved! Over
Little People Can Have Babies Too!
My husband and I were sitting on the couch, having our morning coffee, when I paused in the magazine I was flipping through and showed him the picture. “Do you think our daughter’ll look like that?” I asked.Taking a sip
A Beautiful Sight to Behold
The year I turned twenty my best friend gave me a book called Wide Angle that was filled with beautiful images of people and places throughout the world. My best friend said that this book had two options: it could
You Know You’re Taking Advantage of Your Pregnancy When . . .
You claim that baby really wants Daddy to watch Pride and Prejudice with him/her, the five hour version with Colin Firth and the pond scene. You preface every chore around the house with a sign and “I would do it, Honey, but
The Girl With the Star Tattoos
I was reading in the waiting room when the girl burst through the double doors of the women’s health clinic and strode past me. Peering over the pages of my book, I covertly took in her black-on-black scrubs, her pink
To Everything There Is a Season
The five puppies were born on our property five weeks ago to a stray dog with a black muzzle and ears like a dingo. She birthed them in a hollow of mud tucked between a dry creek bed and the