Tag Archives: Josh

Can you tell he's annoyed I took his picture while he's relaxing on the patio?

A hip, hop, the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop

My beloved spouse, the talented, handsome, and recent wielder of pink-toilet destroying sledge hammers, Josh Hammond, has tagged me in a blog hop. I have finished and submitted my book manuscript, and am currently procrastinating on my Sunday sermon (it’s Wednesday, people), so it is

From Arnold Lobel

Reading is my favorite and my best

I hesitate to write these words, feeling superstitious, as if, by naming and announcing this miracle, I will cancel it, banish its reality.  But, here it is: Fiona can read.  My big girl, a kindergartner, reads.  Not perfectly, not all the time, sometimes inconveniently, often

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