When I was a kid, alone and unwanted by anyone, I'd soothe myself thinking that someday there would be someone who would want to understand. A partner who would want me to be honest about what I experienced and felt. I assumed authenticity and friendship was the point of marriage ( Read more... )

I don't look good in it. But there is something so comfortable amd safe about wearing it. It's like some part of me believes I am invisible when I wear it.

I have a brown Old Navy t-shirt that has lasted years longer than it should. So many washings and wearings; it's indestructible.

I have a brown maternity coat. It's my favorite. I tried to replace ( Read more... )

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There is something so adorable and innocent about bulb flowers poking through snow.

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There are so many things I never planned on ( Read more... )

Charles and I cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom together this morning. No one showed up to gardening, so Charles, Rebekah and I weeded the garden. We made a lot of progress. It was a beautiful, breezy day. After that, we researched chickens online, ate lunch, showered, read books, and went to Target. Charles bought a new old man hat. Sigh. He's ( Read more... )

http://www.nytimes.com/ref/elections/2006/UT.html

(Gotta sign up to see it probably.)

Is it just me, or does it look like Salt Lake City, the strongest area for non-Republicans in Utah, is specifically split up?

I voted! I'm awesome!

Edit: In Utah! So I am extra awesome for standing up for what I believe in the face of a tidal wave of opposition!

...With Some Other Thoughts On Industrial Farming

(From nytimes.com)
The Way We Live Now
The Vegetable-Industrial Complex
By MICHAEL POLLAN
Published: October 15, 2006

Soon after the news broke last month that nearly 200 Americans in 26 states had been sickened by eating packaged spinach contaminated with E. coli, I received a rather coldblooded e-mail ( Read more... )

Announcing
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