Tag: mother’s day

When I was a kid, I swore…

That I would eat candy all day, even the kind that would stain my tongue bright “colors not found in nature.” That I would watch daytime TV to my heart’s content. I would never do the dishes.  Well ok , maybe once a week.… Continue Reading “When I was a kid, I swore…”

A Short Homestead Update

Time is short these days. Mother’s Day brunch at The EmRy House went well, in-spite of walking into a kitchen with a convection oven that decided not to heat up (even though the day before there was NO PROBLEM whatsoever) during the 4 hours when I… Continue Reading “A Short Homestead Update”

Where is Dr. Doolittle When You Need Him?!

I have never subscribed to the notation that I am the “mother” of our many animals.  As I have written before our animals are not our children. Though they are our familiars. (Try saying that sentence five times fast.) They know you by your intimate… Continue Reading “Where is Dr. Doolittle When You Need Him?!”

When I was a kid, I swore…

That I would eat candy all day, even the kind that would stain my tongue bright “colors not found in nature.” That I would watch daytime TV to my heart’s content. I would never do the dishes.  Well ok , maybe once a week.… Continue Reading “When I was a kid, I swore…”

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