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Catching Up With Myself

I’ve been procrastinating wildly the last few months. A lot of it has to do with other things going on: a crazy job, crazy home life, the world — crazy in general. Things seem to be settling down for the moment, though I have a feeling that’s the Gods of Comedy just lulling me into a false sense of security before the round of “hilarity ensues.”

Rainy Days and Wednesdays

“May you live in interesting times.” — Old Chinese curse It’s been a rather…interesting last couple of weeks around here. There were health issues with

Transformation: Baby Steps

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” ― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

Welcome 2016

“An old day passes, a new day arrives.” — The Dalai Lama

Happy New Year wishes to everyone who reads this. May the year ahead be joyous and filled with success. May you be surrounded by those you love and warmed by the memories of those who have gone before.

May you be challenged and grow, but may your load never be more than you can bear. May there be hands held out to help you when you need it most.

May this be a year of adventure, of big, scary things that thrill and delight us — and at day’s end, may we find comfort and warmth.

It’s a new day. Onward.

On Your Mark

“This is my favorite week of the year, Little Sharks. As you reflect on the year past. don’t forget to plan (not WISH) for the

Taking Stock

One of the rituals at the end of the December is lists. Lists of things we did, things we didn’t do, weight we lost (or

After the UnWrapping is Done

Happy post-Christmas haze, everyone! I hope your day was merry and bright. Mine? A little crazy, enough so that not one, but two Christmas-themed blog

Light one candle for hope

Light One Candle

Tonight marks the Winter Solstice, the moment when the earth is furthest from the sun in its orbit and night is at its longest. Little wonder that this moment falls close to the point where we mark the end of the year. Throughout man’s history, this has been a time to note because after this, night grows shorter, the days grow longer — and the promise of spring and a new growing season is at hand. That’s still a ways away, but we know it’s coming.

The State of the Knitting — December 2015

Yeah, that time of the year to take stock of things and that includes my knitting. Like most knitters, I have more unfinished objects than I should lying about the house in various states. To deal with this, the plan (she says with immense overconfidence) is to focus on a few items every month, and try to make efforts at getting those finished or at least seriously moved along the road. I have no pretensions matching Stephanie McPhee or Wendy Johnson’s productivity, but I can definitely do better in 2016. Here’s what mainly on the needles at the moment.

The Choices We Make

“Choices made, whether bad or good, follow you forever and affect everyone in their path one way or another.” ― J.E.B. Spredemann, An Unforgivable Secret

The past week has been a week of choices around here, ranging from small to large. I decided to reknit the rows I lost when the cable broke on my Advent Shawl, thereby pushing other knitting aside while I pushed to catch up with the latest clue. That affects almost exclusively me and what I’m doing in my relaxation time.

From the Archives

Cover Reveal!

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2020 amid stars on a background of wood

Welcome 2020

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Yes, We Do Judge Books By Their Covers — Especially When Browsing

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A Hand Holding a star in the middle of the window as Dawn comes up

A New Dawn

I’m up early, trying to follow one of my New Year’s traditions: putting in some work on my next book. It’s a chance to start as I mean to go on. The only light on is my desk lamp and the monitor screen. The sun is coming up, but there will be peace for a while longer. Even the cats haven’t started to demand food. Yet. That will probably come soon. In the quiet, there is an air of expectation, of something waiting to start with the promise of a new day.