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Millie was in heaven. At long last, she could feast like Laura and Mary. The other girls didn't mind, either. Except for Pip. Once she...

When I was younger, I'd cover myself with birdseed, lie in the snow under my family's bird feeder, and wait, willing myself to still...

Every Monday, my parents drop off a truckload of carbohydrates for us-- bread, rolls, muffins, doughnuts , and sundry goods from a local sto...

She loves to iron. She loves to iron in the passed-along Asian girl shirt, now old and stained, that she's worn an inappropriate percent...

With jubilation, the girls watched and helped John prepare a St. Patrick's Day breakfast. Green potatoes! Annie took nearly fifty unap...

I've decided spring is not coming this year. The door blocked by snow that reached Annie's chin cemented my conclusion, as did the f...

The entire reason for this post can be found sitting below, surrounded by a bevy of girls like any picky, eligible bachelor should be. I wa...

The entire reason for this post smiles below with a Pipsqueak on her lap. Debbie is a girl of many talents, but her irresistible appeal to A...

I'm reposting the link 'cause I want to. And it's my blog. And it well reflects the flightiness of my real life. Plus, if y...

Like the phoenix itself...

Two days ago, the surety of spring was a blush rising on a woman's cheek. Black birds, white bellies by the dozens, moved with pecks an...