Drama for yo Mamma

My life took a sudden leap from the mundane to the dramatic this morning. I’d just loaded the washing machine and was vacuuming while it washed–or so I thought. As I finished vacuuming the living room and was headed down the hallway, I happened to glance into the kitchen, and what I saw threw me into [...]

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More on Spilled Milk

You notice I changed the spelling of spilled to include my American readers , even though I sometimes think I’m the only one who reads this blog. But macht nichts. The important thing is to write–with or without a readership. I love it!
I realized I didn’t elaborate enough on the Swahili proverb two posts ago. That [...]

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Better-n-Uncomfortable

One of my favorite bloggers talks about how uncomfortable can be better than comfortable. This is the second time I’m hearing this in a mere couple of days. Since he expresses it so much better than I will, why don’t you read his thoughts?

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Spilt milk

Last night I remembered the Swahili proverb, “Maziwa yakimwagika, hayazoleki.” Loosely translated, this proverb would say, “Milk that has already spilt cannot be scooped back into the cup.” The English equivalent of this is “It’s no use crying over spilt milk.” I think the Swahili proverb wins for colorfulness.
 Anyway, I realized that I spend way too [...]

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Forgetfulness

i think i’ve forgotten why i write–which is one of the reasons i haven’t been here in a while. and then i also joined facebook almost 2 months ago and i’ve been having so much fun there; i quite forgot that  i had a blog. oh well, we all have such seasons, don’t we? or [...]

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