Where I say “happy anniversary” in the only way I know how

Eight years ago, today, I dun’ got myself hitched. And, well, I wrote this little diddy for my wife. I was going to do something like this for the 10th anniversary . . . but, 8 is a totally under-appreciated number. Happy Anniversary, boo. I have spent the last few months, trying to put to… Continue reading Where I say “happy anniversary” in the only way I know how

Where I reflect on the season

This is the time for egg-nog, for brief periods of complete & utter frustration (I’m speaking, specifically, of dealing with Christmas lights), for sweaters (and sweater muffins), for wondrous smells & more-wondrous movies. It’s the time where I question my faith . . . wishing I had more while wishing others could challenge theirs. It’s… Continue reading Where I reflect on the season

Where I am recruited

Today, I’m writing over at Katie’s place today, as a card-carrying member of the Sluiter Nation. I like to think that my lapel pin is in the mail. Please, read Where I talk about belonging.

Where I break it out, bullet-point style

I ran for the first time, in a long time, this morning. While I have been getting up to spin on the exercise bike, I haven’t been out running since the 3rd of December, and before that, Thanksgiving, and before that, the Harrisburg marathon. Getting started on a run is really, really difficult, particularly before… Continue reading Where I break it out, bullet-point style

Where I relive my absolute favorite memory

First, we had MamaKat’s prompt – define your Seven Wonders of the World. I read MamaKat’s blog every now & then, but well, life has been especially crazy as of late, and I never got a chance to play along with her linkup. And, honestly, I’m not sure what all seven of mine would be… Continue reading Where I relive my absolute favorite memory