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…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
We get kinda excited about a thrift store around here. You know the kind I mean–the filled with junk/treasures and exuding that certain musty, a dead-cat-may-be-decomposing-in-a-suitcase-somewhere kind of smelling place.…
We are Queens of Where the Wild Ocean Things are. We march on the waves, and they dare not touch our toes as we jump, leap, and squeal over them. We…
There’s the white gardenia that I almost brushed by unseeing as I walked with nose up in the air seeking butterflies. There’s Gary the Teddy parked on Little C’s pillow…
To get my girl to glow, give her a compliment, in front of other people, and go overboard with the gushing praise. This may also get my introvert girl to…
Tank of gas: $46 Turnpike tolls: $13 Admission to botanical gardens: $48 Lunch: $26 Do we remember these price tags? For all the time spent tallying up the costs of…