If you’re anything like me, sometimes you realize you are thoroughly tired of all your music. It all begins to sound the same, and you just need something new to get you out of your ten-favorite-songs rut. If this describes you, let me show you what I’ve been listening to lately. Maybe one of these will strike your fancy and become your new favorite. And maybe you should comment below and let me know your favorites to jog me out…
I have found a new favorite travel activity. While in Paris, I stole Lyn’s idea and created several running lists of memories. Feelings evoked, food we ate, extra pleasant people, that kind of thing. Even just a few short weeks later, I look back on it and realize I would have forgotten a lot of them if I hadn’t take time to jot them down. Would you like to explore several of my favorite moments with me? Picnicking at night…
It was a dark and stormy night. And as Abby and Lyn and I are wont to do on such nights, we decided to take a walk. We may or may not have done this previously, and ended up walking miles in the drenching rain, but I guess history shows a little wetness doesn’t stop us. So off we sauntered, enjoying the gloam and the bursting rose bushes. We were walking in a line- I was bringing up the rear-…
One. Sit at your desk day after day bellyaching to travel to Europe. Put it on all your bucket lists and pin pictures on Pinterest of what you want to see. Decide to do it before turning thirty but doubt that it’ll actually happen. Eventually feel like you’re going to burst at the seams if you don’t go right now, but know that there isn’t really anyone to go with you just now, so resign yourself to a few more years before…
It’s been quite a weekend. After lounging in-utero for two extra weeks, baby Francesca Chante finally decided it was time to make her appearance. Due to some complications, she ended up in the hospital for a few days, covered in wires and tubes and tape residue. The weekend quickly turned into a flurry of babysitting and hospital runs, but I am happy to say that Francie is finally unhooked from most of the medical paraphernalia, is doing well, and we…
Dearly beloved, sit down and I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, I lived in Honduras in a house made of adobe and clay tiles. The house was simply a long row of rooms side by side, with a porch on the back side, connecting all the rooms. The house also had two courtyards, separated by a wall and a door. While living there, we often had different stripes of young men come to stay with us…
When I lived back in the mountains of Honduras without a vehicle, and took the bus everywhere I went, I learned to pack nothing more than the bare essentials. After all, nobody wants to lug pounds of hairspray and extra towels through crowded bus terminals and for miles down the road on your back. I got quite good at packing light, and upon returning to the States I gaped in honest amazement at the amount of things girls would take…
Hello Pineapple Readers, It is Thursday, which means I would generally have a post for you, full of sunshine or sarcasm or grainy photos. But today, you’re just going to have to wait. Here’s why… I’m just spending a week in Paris right now, no big deal. Actually, it is totally a big deal. I’ve loved Paris since I was a little girl, but I’ve never been even close to it. I pretend to be a world traveler, but in…
Am I qualified to write a post about how to start your own blog? Probably not. I haven’t been doing this for ten or fifteen years like a lot of people, but it has been a little while now, and I’ve had a couple inquiries from people who want to write themselves, so maybe there will be something helpful in here for you. First, what do you want to say, and to whom? If you want to write a blog,…
One. Why is it that seeing people sit on surfaces not meant for sitting on is endearing? Eating cereal while sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor, perching on top of the piano to chat with someone, lying on the hood of a car to star-gaze… Is it just me? Two. Why are octopuses such a trend right now? Creepy, smushy things, I can’t imagine decorating my home with them. Shudder. Three. How does Princess Kate do everything in those four inch heels? Does…
I just wanted to say, welcome to the world, Caspian Wilder. You make me so happy to be a tia again, and in a few short hours, you have successfully and completely wrapped me around your teeny tiny finger. I quite forget between nieces and nephews just how soft and delightfully good-smelling and precious they are! I’m so happy Raphael and Rosie added you to our family, and I can’t wait to get to know you and your little dimples better.
Why isn’t a great girl like you married? Somebody please enlighten me to what on earth a person should reply to this comment, because I’ve never been able to figure it out. What is she supposed to say, “I’m just too intimidating and awesome for any man to handle?” Can we just acknowledge what an awkward position it puts the questionee in? Anything referencing being an old maid. “Old Maid” is a dirty term, conjuring up images of knitting needles…