They do grow up: friends at Christmas
The first time it happens for most of us is somewhere around our early twenties — we bump into someone we used to babysit or a friend’s much younger sibling, a cousin we remember as…
View PostThe first time it happens for most of us is somewhere around our early twenties — we bump into someone we used to babysit or a friend’s much younger sibling, a cousin we remember as…
View PostWhen my oldest daughter was small, about five I think, I made up a monthly calendar that we kept on the fridge; each day, she’d record the weather on it with a simple drawing. Since…
View PostI never get tired of watching the changing seascape outside my window, especially during the winter. Above is what it looked like as the snowclouds moved toward us the other morning. As you see below,…
View PostClearing a path to the gate this morning, I couldn’t resist darting back in for my camera . . . pristine snow confers beauty on the simplest objects
View Postdecember snow, originally uploaded by materfamilias knits. This is what I woke up to this morning. I’m glad I walked to campus yesterday while the snow was not yet so deep. Much better to be…
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