Where have all the zinesters gone ( Read more... )

Baking soda and apple cider vinegar. Pieces of string. Paper, especially handmade. New blanks books, waiting to be filled. Green tea, mixed berry flavor. Pen pals. Letters and packages. Silly poems (ballpoint penguins). Sewing machines. my co-op. old dictionaries. Coffee mugs and tea cups. Books on bookshelves. Bouquets of flowers. ( Read more... )

I am a rereader. I cannot get enough of words, and sometimes there is nothing that I want more than to immerse myself in familiar words, where I know what is happening and what is coming. Where I might find something new, but mostly I will find something that I recognize ( Read more... )

Happy Poetry Wednesday everyone!

This week is, I must say, so much better than last. Though there is nothing much different about them. Just a feeling ( Read more... )

I felt so reflective after watching the third installment of the Up Series last night. What would my life look like documented in installments every seven years? What would yours ( Read more... )

I must say, I am feeling quite optimistic today ( Read more... )

"You can love someone so much, he thought. But you never love people as much as you can miss them ( Read more... )

it has been a hot tea sort of day. most of the weekend left me rather quiet ( Read more... )

Four years from yesterday, I met the man who would be my husband. Only, I didn’t know it at the time. How was I to know? We kept running into eachother here and there, through mutual connections, but it took two years for us to connect ourselves. I have always been slow to make friends. He knew the way to my heart, though. I quickly realized ( Read more... )