“The days are long, but the years are short.” This is the kind of anonymous quotery that gets stuck in my maternal craw, and no matter how I hack at…
Tag: <span>joy</span>
Little C simply does not know what a whisper is. She thinks it’s yelling…with your lips mostly pursed. This definition makes for some interesting interactions at church, library, post office,…
Joy is a lodestone in the pit of my stomach. That’s not a word I use or think about much–lodestone–unearthed from ancient English roots that have clumps of fairy and sea monster…
I pray that they will fly, even if they’re afraid of heights. I pray that they will eat pumpkin pancakes on the first morning that feels like fall. I pray…
We are the proud owners of a house rabbit, thanks to the devastating combination of a pair of little white ears, a pair of sparkling blue eyes, and the phrase…
I’ve been wanting to write about joy. I think the dictionary has the definition of “joy” wrong, and far be it from me to drop a little email to Old…