I love Christmas music. (You have to have a heart made of wood chips not to!) Continue reading
Family
Where do we go from here?
Growing up, I was a witness to my parents bickering about religion.
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Moments in time
Within the volumes of papers my father gave me of my great uncle’s, there are dozens of letters. Some of them are sweet, others beautiful or funny, and a few move me to tears.
Passing the torch
(Note: This was also posted on my other blog, Journey to Tunisia)
For my 35th birthday, my father passed down to me all of his collection of Pete’s things. All of it. 
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A birthday gift like no other
My birthday is Tuesday and, since I’ve expressed that there’s nothing I want or need right now, my parents gave me the kind of gift that just cannot be replicated. Continue reading
Calling Heaven
I never delve lightly into anything that interests me. I don’t take passing fancies to things, skimming the surface before moving along to the next thing that catches my eye. No, I’m one who immerses herself up to her elbows in the things that fascinates her. Continue reading
Projects!!!
Last Thursday was my last day on day shift. After about six weeks, I’m transitioning back to my beloved night shift. I’m also moving to a new building, a much, much more intense building, so I’m a bit nervous about what is to come beginning Monday. I’ve spent my weekend slowly transitioning back to night shift hours. As a result, I’ve taken on a few projects!
Family time: brought to you by the dog
Every evening, after dinner and just as twilight is settling in over the skies of Indianapolis, my husband and I are forcibly gathered together in the living room. Continue reading
Life on Wild Hare Farm 