I woke this Saturday morning to a chilly, grey sky peppered with flecks of snow that were lazily making their way to earth with no particular destination in mind. I lay there for quite some time, warmly nestled in a cave of blankets, thinking of this and that; getting lost in memories and pulling the … Continue reading Butterfleas
The following letter is to my first two children. I was blessed with two more children in the years following, when we blended families. An older son (7 years older than my first child) and a younger son (11 years younger than my first child). I have reaped blessings and am grateful beyond measure. My … Continue reading A letter.
We have a situation...Well really, it is I that has the situation or has made a situation or...Well you see...I am in a pickle and am trying to figure out just what it is I should do about it before he finds out! It’s about Johnathon. He has been in my heart since the … Continue reading Johnathon Mouse and an unfortunate turn of events…
He went to bed inside of a spent clematis flower with the morning sun to keep him warm. If you aren’t familiar with what this particular clematis looks like after it’s deep purple blooms have finished their show-think creamy white, pillowy soft and very fluffy. The perfect vessel for a baby bumblebee just learning the … Continue reading Just bee
Was feeling a little discombobulated and wrote out some dislikes I have. Then, I thought to write out some ‘likes’ that I have. It was a happy realization that I thought I’d share-there are far more things that make me happy than anything else...because even if you are feeling 😡 or 😭, when you focus … Continue reading Dislikes vs Likes
Since this pandemic came about, I have been trying to practice gratitude by writing out 10 things every day that I’m grateful for. I apparently ran out of gratefulness on day nine and started to repeat myself in my daily journal. It became irritating, re-writing the same things that I was grateful for the day … Continue reading This Weeks Top 5 Piss Offs
The first time I played marbles, I was young enough to be tricked into believing if I bit the tiny glass ball, I would be rewarded with a delicious candy center. Yes, I tried to. No, I didn’t crack a tooth. Yes, I tried repeatedly to smash one open to find out what really was … Continue reading Marbles
My Name is Margaret 