As I was peeling potatoes this morning, I cut myself. As you do. I managed not to drip on the food, and to find a
When life is dark, and all your plans are falling by the wayside… choose to laugh instead of cry. Pick yourself up, dust off your
I doubt there’s anyone here in the US who couldn’t use a good laugh right now. Beween Covid-19 and some serious cases of cabin fever
So a while back an author whose social media presence often involves various critters from her farm (which I hugely enjoy) threw out an idea.
“Oh dear,” the elf on Christmas letter rotation sighed. “What this year?” Writers always wanted the impossible. “Dear Santa,” the letter, written in tidy cursive
I am not sure whether this is a rant about one of my personal bêtes noires or good advice about what not to put in