conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

The last paper has been turned in. I now have a month to read for fun and such. I'm looking forward to it!

Do you cuss? I mean really let it fly? And when you do, do you feel guilty about it afterward or do you not give it a second thought? I cuss. Every now and again I'll offend myself a little or worry...

I am making stock from the leftover roast chicken from Christmas dinner. It's that kind of day. I'm slowly thumbing through my stack of books and reminding myself about what I've already written for...

On a nearby hillside there was a child. She looked up at her father her eyes wide in amazement. “Did you hear that, Papa?” she asked. “Did you hear the singing?” Sarah...

Hey...we look pretty good.