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I get a lot of spam on my blog and some of it is downright hilarious. They always refer to my posts as “articles” and thank me for the “great info.” Often there is a misspelling tucked in somewhere. Anyway, here goes: I didn’t know where to find this info then kbaoom it was here.…

One day my mom said to me, “You are very fashionable, but you don’t like to shop.” It’s true. I don’t shop much, because I don’t like to spend money. I like to get things for free. When my great-great aunt Berneice decided to move to an assisted living home, and told her extended family…

Sometimes when I write things on my blog or facebook I pretend that my grandmother and my liberal/feminist/gay friend are both looking over my shoulder. It is easy enough to have opinions when you are only going to say those opinions to people who won’t be hurt by them. For instance: One day I had…

Jenny, in the courtyard cafe, laughing. I took Jenny to college with me today. I picked her up from school at noon, because she had gotten done with her work early. Then we rushed to school, rushed to the library to get her a book to read during my class, rushed past the courtyard cafe,…

I am always amazed when I read the blog of my friend Adam, who grew up in America with his mom but ended up moving to Yemen, where his Dad’s family lives. Besides having fascinating cultural insight, I really like the whole “begin each post with one picture” idea. Hence, I’m beginning this post with…

I like to dream up imaginary life snippets. Like, here’s one. What if I lived in a warm country in a house with tiled floors and every morning I was served tea and melons for breakfast, which I would eat outside while reading the newspaper. Some are less detailed than that. What if I rode…

This is my definition of a good life: being in a play. Well, no, that is not quite accurate. I think people who have grown up with two parents who love each other AND have spent the majority of their life NOT sick have a good life. I think having Jesus in your heart fulfills…

(found this in my drafts…I guess it’s unfinished and about a year old but I’m posting it anyway cause it makes me feel creative.) I went to a costume party last night. It was completely unrelated to Halloween. It was a birthday party. I was considering going all whack-a-doodle and dressing up as Clark, the…

Ever wonder what kind of conversations might happen if sweet little Menno girl acted in a play with non-sweet-little-menno people? It might go something like this: (Setting: A theater rehearsal. Cast is about to begin the scene of the party. Two of them are arguing about who actually is throwing the party) Alex: It’s my…