Dean Koontz: Books make great gifts because your friends and family need something scary to read other than their 401k report. Maya Angelou: Books make great gifts because they’re a celebration of family and friendship. Carl Hiaasen: Books make great gifts because people love supporting endangered...

Just call me Theo Huxtable. I think he was the one who never finished what he started, moving from guitar lessons to tennis to some other obsession. I get this. I get it for free. It comes with my personality. I might be passionate, but I'm also fickle. I get wrapped up in want, to the point where a...

This is a list more for me than anyone else. It's a list that helps me punch things into order. Makes me feel like a good mother, even on days when the very last thing I want to do is mother. I obviously realize that what children want most is to spend time with you, doing any old thing. That they'r...

It's official. After Halloween, the store windows stop. They skip right over Thanksgiving and already have me thinking of the December events, aside from the twin taters turning two. I realize money is tight, that it's hard, that people are losing their jobs, taking less pay, eating home a lot. I kn...

I have not been faithful to this blog and the month of lists I set out to construct.  I'll give you a few lists that have been on my mind these days. knitted items this month re-usable shopping bag for secret swap pal on Ravelry recycled silk hat for baby Aspen in Utah cream-colored dishcloth f...

I am aDaffodil What Flower Are You? Just in time for spring.  Other flowers I would consider being: daphne rose tiger lily peony poppy wild ginger buttercup It's getting to be that time of year.  I rode my bike to work the other day, and the difference between this week and last week (as f...

He's making a list and checking it twice.  Children, naughty or nice, steadied their hands and licked their chops, fisted a Crayola to share their deepest wishes and wants in their finest penmanship.  Dear Santa.  Parents added, "Mail Dear Santa letter" to their holiday task...

Oh the rain, the beautiful rain, how I long to strip off my clothes and run naked in its' embrace. Of course after what the judge said last time, I am not allowed to, but I have a dream. I dream of a day when a chicken of any colour, can cross any major road without having its' motives questioned....