(and that's quite a lot to have, really)(Bonus semi-related rant on social media photography at the end)
Noah decided he wanted to work more surprises into our marriage, so a couple weeks ago he ordered two books on my amazon wishlist without telling me. (He also booked a two night getaway this weekend to a friend's cabin near Boone. I'm all for these surprises! But apparently the surprises aren't always for me, even if they're . . .
Many mixed metaphors describing a simple to understand but often difficult to execute state of mind
Our bestie Nick came over for dinner last week and brought with him a surprise: a copy of Bob Goff's Love Does. Bob had come to speak at Wake Forest (free admission!) and we couldn't make it, but Nick went and brought us a souvenir.
Aside: Gosh, I love reading. I love picking books that can suit my mood or season of life or even make . . .
Reflections on life without Debbie
After we lost Debbie, I took the lead on writing her obituary and planning her memorial. Her memorial was in October, almost three months after she passed. I gathered photos for three different slideshows that my friend Kat put together. I worked with John, one of Debbie's former teaching partners and a cherished friend, to compile photos . . .
A while ago I came across Susan Cain's Ted Talk, "The Power of Introverts."
And I was like,
And then I moved on with life. Until last week, when Noah by using powerful magic (IT skillz) made my B&N nook cooperate with the local library's digital options, and I downloaded Susan Cain's book, Quiet: The Power of . . .
A short list of some of my favorite re-readable books
There once was an era in which I would only read one book at a time. Mind you, I'm a fairly fast reader, but I liked to be immersed in a single read. Or I could quickly decide if it didn't hold my interest and move on. I've never been much of a slogger when it comes to books. Or anything. Why work hard when you can not work hard, . . .
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Why I'm writing here instead of there
The last post I wrote at the original Fierce Beagle blog was an accidental conclusion.
Since having Oliver, my second son, and even since quitting my job long before that, I didn't have the same time and motivation anymore. But I didn't want to close the book, so to speak. Blogging was important because it was writing. The original . . .