This week I was the victim of a pintrickster .  It happens, you know.  Sometimes when given a promise I want so badly to be true I just igno...

". . . 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70!" Annie is counting beside me.  She's discovered that she can count to seventy o...

Sometimes it's so hard to write. Why do you think that is? One moment I can hear angels singing sonnets and syntax and the next there...

I could hear the excitement in my mother's voice as she told me about a conversation she'd had with the high school band teacher.  ...

The other day as I was butchering some too-good-to-be-true tutorial I found on Pinterest, I began to wonder if there was someone out there l...

Do you ever completely dedicate yourself to something only to be disappointed with the results? I haven't been blogging lately because ...