There's a little-girl-sized hole in our family. We feel it at meals and on sunny afternoons. Sometimes, we get to fill it for the weekend, but it's all the more empty afterward.

What if we had lived differently before? Reminding ourselves that it was temporary? Who can know?

It's been a while, so this is what is going on ( Read more... )

If you have a few minutes of extra time and happen to be feeling a little crafty, I recommend making gift bows out of magazine pages ( Read more... )

A few months ago, I was trying to put together a new philosophy about helping other people, specifically close friends and family members. I remember telling my dad at the time that I didn't think it was a good idea to really try to help them unless they knew they needed your help enough to ask. But I forgot about that, and maybe that's a problem ( Read more... )

here's a direct quote from an auction posted by one of our competitors on ebay ( Read more... )

First of all, I feel like posting anything is trivial, knowing what pain a lot of my friends have been feeling lately. I have felt this way for a month or so, and I just want you all to know that I think about you and feel sympathy and hope you are facing your days with hope for better ones to come ( Read more... )

nope, nothing could be cuter than this.


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We got bikes. Actually, I got a bike, Ian borrowed one and we fixed Amy's old hand-me-down. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed riding until we went to Mackinac Island. Pedaling away with my hair flying behind me, I feel 12 again. Well, almost. I would if I didn't have to wait for little training wheels.


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Winter is almost over now. If you can't feel the joy in that sentence, let me put it another way. It is almost time for life to begin again! Actually, there is a winter-weather advisory tonight, but I will ignore it. You know it's time for spring when children aren't even happy about snow ( Read more... )

I thought Amy was going to go to Pleasant Run again this year, but I guess Dee's boyfriend won't register her as living at his apartment, even though Dee lives there. So I have to register her from our house, which means she'll go to IPS school 57. I'm so sad about it. I'm not as worried about her education as I am her sweet little heart, though.