A single grain of rice

Last Thursday afternoon Annalyn spilled my cup of water on my laptop keyboard. If you’ve been paying attention, this story may sound familiar. Because this is the second time this has happened in four months. This time, it happened to my new (to me) laptop. And...
These Hands

These Hands

My mom has told me the story many times of how, when she was pregnant with me, she hoped and prayed that I wouldn’t resemble her in any way – except her hands. She didn’t want me to get her curly hair or unusually tall height. She didn’t necessarily...

Mark all as read?

photo © 2006 Matt McGee | more info (via: Wylio) I subscribe to just under 100 blogs. I receive several newsletters via e-mail. And the towers (yes, that’s plural) of books beside my bed are constantly one nudge away from an avalanche. Oh, and let’s not forget the...

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