Eat the Frog

 I am still working through notes and it is keeping me from actually writing. Bah. Here are some beautiful things I can write about. ...

I'll certainly write more when I get home, sort pictures, and come to my senses. Still, I need to get this down so I remember exactly...

Winter has finally graced us with her pleasures and her wrath. It is really cold, there is so much snow, and did I mention cold? It is co...

"Agriculture, Alcohol, Loneliness, and Other Motifs of the Midwest," is the title of an essay reviewing a favourite literary journ...

In 2010, just days before Isaac was born early I wrote this: The Reverse Bucket List . Someone, I don't even remember who, called me a f...

At Bonaventure Cemetery. Not anyone I actually know. " It is never too late to be what you might have been ." - George Eliot  ...

It is a complicated history I have with my camera. I have always loved photography. I loved the mildew smelling old photo albums we had ...

Fennel bulbs were on sale at the local grocery. I can't resist buying up weird veggies when our rural shop gets them in. I knew this...

Fall on the farm was busy, then there is my job, recitals, deliveries, escaping livestock, paperwork.....fall is non stop. I actually get...

Words are so powerful that people get murdered over them. And it's not even the words, it is the ideas. These ideas can be communica...

When Lily was born I was overwhelmed with everything. Bathing a baby? Oh my no, who ever thought bathing a baby was easy? You get a helpless...

My desk still  not quite the space I want it to be, but this view? Oh this view is so distracting, beautiful, heartbreaking. It is a conve...

Instead of saving blogging for right before bed when I am bone deep tired from the day or for the times I can escape to a coffee cafe wit...