It's time, everyone! Join the BlogHer.com NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) blog roll and commit to write (photograph, draw, craft poetry, whatever) every single day this month!
Every November, thousands of bloggers make this commitment to ...more
Every time. Every single time. Perhaps because they're beautiful, meaningful, perfect. Or because they speak to my heart. Maybe because they draw out a deliciously aching, perfectly wistful, sweetly nostalgic feeling of longing. Or because they explode with joy and triumph and make me want to dance. Because of this, and this, and this, it's impossible for me to listen just once... I am greedy, I want more, and so I must go back for seconds.
Blogging daily is not just a test of endurance; it's also an opportunity to learn a lot about yourself: How you write, what your blog means to you, and where you should focus. We're celebrating the close of National Blog Posting Month with some inspiring quotes by bloggers who took the challenge -- you might be surprised by what they learned.
Every December for as far back as my memory stretches, Mom's house has been filled with the tempting aroma of Christmas baking. From her warm, cosy kitchen she faithfully and generously produced a bounty of sweet, delectable treats to be served at holiday parties, distributed to carolers at the front door, or wrapped and ribboned and given as gifts. (And yes, we managed to sneak some as well!) Fudge! Peanut brittle! Squares! A thousand types of cookies! Fruitcake! (OK, that one I've NEVER liked, no matter WHO makes it - but still, it's festive and pretty!)
“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,but few things are needed—or indeed only one.Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” ~ Luke 10:41-42 ...more
Here's an idea to countdown to Christmas while encouraging reading in your home! Over the last several months, my daughter purchased 24 books for the grand baby and set them back. They have all been wrapped and are sitting under the tree. ...more
Since I had less (rather than more) of an idea for a blog post today, I decided to address the official NaBloPoMo prompt for the day:Thursday, December 5, 2013Set a timer for 10 minutes and try to write your whole daily post. Now go back and give yourself 5 more minutes to write about how you felt working under such a tight deadline.Here I go:...more
3:45 am Really? My daughter, the girl twin, started proclaiming that she had already done her business in her diaper and, in the process or insisting that her diaper got changed, woke up her brother. And so began my morning. With a high in the lower teens, a snow storm in the forecast, and not so friendly road conditions, I had been hoping for just a tad bit more sleep. Was hoping to wake up some time AFTER 4 or 4:30 am, not before. Too bad. ...more
It all started with a clown.Not just any clown, mind you. Oh, sure, he had the shiny red nose, the giant shoes, the rainbow-colored hair and all that stuff.But this was a special clown. A foul-mouthed, French-Canadian clown. I immediately detected a horrible smell, which upon further investigation, turned out to emanate from burning clown ass hair. Pretty soon, the pompiers came round, put out the flames and shoved a water hose up his butt....more