For All Days
I walked into the Wal-Mart, shocked, by red and pink and golden boxes. This kind of love is nice and shiny, the packaging so bright it blinds me. These teddy bears and cards with poems are nice, but they can’t … Continued
I walked into the Wal-Mart, shocked, by red and pink and golden boxes. This kind of love is nice and shiny, the packaging so bright it blinds me. These teddy bears and cards with poems are nice, but they can’t … Continued
There are, of course, things to despise about an old house, as I may detail in some later post. Hey, a bunch of these “things to love” are just cleverly-disguised banes of my existence. But some of these little details are truly charming. I would … Continued
December rhymes with remember.I remember liking the snowand loving the feeling of sugar highs reelingand dancing to Mannheim on the stereo. Christmas pretty much rhymes with wish listsfor new stuff and happy days of yore.But I’m sure my first year … Continued
We make our homes beautifulto sell them.And what about ourselves?