It had begun a long, long time ago ( Read more... )

During my first year internship at the park, I rarely put on make-up in the mornings, nor did I do anything to my hair other than brush it (don't worry!) AND put it in a pony-tail.  (Sometimes brushing doesn't work out so well with my frizz-inclined hair.)  My thought was:  "I'm going to spend the next thirteen hours with sixth graders, in the ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my half-birthday.  Hurray!  I love birthdays.
Happy unbirthday to me!

Some people don't get half birthdays.  Like if you were born on December 31st.
*moment of silence*

a poem I wrote a long time ago (Sept. 17, '07) while sitting outside at the center, with artist-in-residence Jessica Jones.  I think I promised this poem to be posted over a year ago.  GUESS WHAT!  I found it, plus a bunch of other stuff I had to write last year ( Read more... )

You know that country song by Craig Morgan that goes "What I like about Sundays?"  And he sings all about how great Sundays are, going to church and singing Amazing Grace and relaxing at home, etc.  I really like that song.  That's all I know about him ( Read more... )

I just recently finished reading "D-Day:  June 6, 1944" by Stephen Ambrose, who is rapidly becoming one of my favorite authors.  (He wrote "Undaunted Courage" which is AMAZING and also "Band of Brothers" but I haven't read that yet.)  Anyhoo, upon finishing the book, I felt  1. extremely patriotic and 2. exceptionally happy that I got to know my ( Read more... )

You know, you hear lots of people complain about February 14th.  COMPLAIN!!  As if there's something bad about a holiday.  That's right.  It's a holiday.  What could be bad about it?  Here will I attempt to list, in no particular order, some of the many reasons why V-Day is Awesome Day ( Read more... )

Lenny feels the need to deliver a not so subtle hint to her friends (if, indeed, they ARE her friends).  SOME of you may have received a Facebook message from Ellen (perhaps Ellen doesn't make things clear enough--Lenny will investigate) about how she would be updating more often.  The unstated message was that she intended for YOU to comment again ( Read more... )

That's right, Lenny is here to post something that is practically sonic in nature.   She actually meant to post this back at the beginning of the month, when it would have been the MOST profound, but this being the end of January, it will still make sense.  She was reminded of this post again last night while driving around with Emily.  The song ( Read more... )

When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are the days of auld lang syne, Pa?"
"They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now."

But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by ( Read more... )