My heart is hurting today. It hurts when I look at my country and don’t recognize it as America anymore. Instead I see a tornado slide spiralling into the great abyss of forced socialism. It makes me sick. I’ve sent my tea bags in quiet protest. I’ve cheered for the rallies that common, tax paying Americans [...]
Fifteen years ago, I went from a daughter of a working cowboy in Nebraska, to a nanny living in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.. Every Tuesday night without fail, my friend, Jules and I would go to small local bar, for ladies night. Well, for one drink anyway, the first one was free. While we were planning the [...]
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Music at our house is a big deal. Ben has played and sang to our kids since before they were born. So it’s only logical that they love music and feel compelled to play. We are delighted by this and try to keep all sorts of instruments around for the kids to experiment on. Dub-ya enjoyed playing the mandolin until [...]
I love quilts. They used to be a chronicle of every day simple life. A time when folks didn’t ‘quit on a garment, just cause it had a little age.’ (Can you name that movie.) Instead, passing it from one person to another, maybe rebuilding with patches or letting out the hem when a growth [...]
