A Knitterary Life

I've been putting it off. I've been busy, it's true, but in the end I had to face it. My front rose garden was a mess! Since tod...

Fourteen years have flown. Fourteen wonderful, hurly-burly heavenly years! Today, sigh, is your fourteenth birthday. It went by blindingly f...

It's been a busy fall. Evidence for that fact is that I haven't had much time for blogging. I miss it, too. Blogging, for me, is a w...

College visits continue apace. So far, the oldest has applied to five schools and been accepted to two (both with nice scholarships- yay!). ...

The day is here again. September 11. Each time the world whirls around the sun to this point in time, I return to that day, fourteen years a...

My love for grammar was late blooming. Truth be told, I didn't see much use in all those funky bracket looking things that had words dan...

I came to my profession accidentally on purpose. By declaring it a profession, I realize that indicates I am paid for it, and I am, albeit p...