On a mid-spring day that feels like summer, I walk through the bush with Nora and Quinn, scanning the sandy track ahead for snakes among the fallen tree branches. The other day,
I’m going to do something I shouldn’t because it’s breaking the rules. But I’m going to do it anyway. I’m breaking my blogging pact. Yes, two weeks in, and I want to
Can a dislike turn into a like? Can I find a way to enjoy cooking instead of regarding it as a chore? For many years, I didn’t need to cook. My husband
I’m going to create a food recipe blog. It’ll have gorgeous photos of mouth-watering desserts and dinners. I’ll make eye-catching graphics. You’ll be able to download my attractive and easy-to-follow recipe cards.
I gave up crying, petitioning, begging, “What am I meant to do?” Exhausted by the struggle, I stopped fighting, rolled on my back and rode the waves, content to go wherever the
The other day, I listened to a podcast conversation between Fr Mike Schmitz and Matt Fradd. Matt said something like, “I’ve been telling people I went to Sydney to give some talks,
“If art doesn’t make us better,” Alice Walker said, “what on earth is it for?” I found these words in Claire Cook’s book, Life Glows On. My sister, Barbie, gave me this