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The shorter story
Debi
This song was shared with me by my dear friend Dan, who I visited last month for the first time in five years. He has beautiful taste in music -- not always convergant with mine,... More »
No, really, they ARE made with love
Debi
I promised a while back that if anyone wanted to hear about our recent forays into new and exciting vegan recipes, I would share them. Well, one person did ask, so I'll go ahead and... More »
Happy birthday to us!
Debi
It's been a busy half-spring, here, and between fun things and not-so-fun-things and vacations and a funeral and the adventures of Life on Earth, I've neglected this space. I'll try to be better, especially since... More »
With silver bells & lots of weeds & things that I can't identify
Debi
Our beautiful garden is starting to come to life. Wide green things are poking through the ground, and things that look like asparagus tops in several shades, buds like these in the picture there coming... More »
And we just keep going
Debi
Shmoo has been home from the hospital since Thursday, and she'll be staying home all week, recuperating and eating soft foods and being told, over and over, not to jump on the couch or she'll... More »
Here we go...again
Debi
Well, our health trials with Little Shmoo aren't over, though we hope this next one is easier and less dramatic than the last one. Wednesday she'll go in for a tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and another bronchoscopy... More »
Must be a pretty big bus
Debi
Shmoo and I were walking from her school to Doodlebug's the other day, singing "The Wheels on the Bus." We were making up verses, and I was asking her to fill in the blanks. This... More »
When I became a person
Debi
How many people in the foreground of this picture have valuable opinions that count? Most of you out there would likely answer "two," counting the toddler and the adult to whom she's speaking. I think,... More »
December grin
Debi
Small Good Thing #4: Remember this face! When Shmoo is awake in the middle of the night ,or refusing to go to sleep or put on her coat or stop poking me in the side... More »
Buds in winter
Debi
My parents moved away on Friday. Of course, they moved away in many ways over the years, but this time, it feels very final. They sold their house north of Milwaukee, the house where I... More »
children
June 2008