Archive for July 19th, 2006

• "It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading

• Christmas Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends...

  by: beeyourself  on: November 20, 2008

• Christmas Nightmare

  by: GeorgiaZ  on: November 20, 2008

• Dear Santa...lordy I hope its not too late!

  by: epona4  on: November 20, 2008

• What's for Dinner?

  by: IowaDeb  on: November 20, 2008

• What's for Breakfast?

  by: IowaDeb  on: November 20, 2008

• November 2008
• Rain descends like curtains closing a show: there's snow up north, but the south gets a hosing! Sunbeams on football teams; losers, winners shovel out, then shovel in turkey dinners!"