Altiloquent?
Me?
Surely you jest!
I merely marvel at the lilt of language, the superlative subtleties of speech, the phonological possibilities present in every crisp, untrodden page that lies like an open road before me.
Altiloquent?
Me?
Surely you jest!
I merely marvel at the lilt of language, the superlative subtleties of speech, the phonological possibilities present in every crisp, untrodden page that lies like an open road before me.
Here we are (my daughter and I) in the lovely new Fred Meyer store in Meridian, Idaho, last Saturday, with our new lovely towels, making new lovely friends.
(Pssst, gingham towels. My inspiration? My collection of gingham aprons, of course.)

In this photo, I had asked those in attendance if anyone had any duct tape in their purses. The young woman on my right just happened to have …
The chicks are here! Farmgirl extraordinaire, Kim, and my husband, Nick, have them all tucked into the back of our henhouse.

How much do you love DIY? How about sewing? Does it just tickle your fancy to stitch, surrounded by a rainbow of fabrics, only to find you went to bed with your thimble still on your finger?
Good morning Canada!
From my hotel window, I looked down on the Toronto City Hall with its extensive vegetable garden on the roof. How cool is that?

This is the second time we’ve stayed in the Marriott just off Trinity Square—a church that has been surrounded …