Writing

399 pieces, newest first.

February 1, 2019365 Agains

{Re}runs

Tonight was a great night for us. We finally got our pizza and our new 4K TV set up. We opted to rewatch one of our favorite shows, Psych. Season 6’s “Last Night Gus” is our favourite. We like the musical too. We laugh…

January 31, 2019365 Agains

{Re}cycle

Contrary to the French on this post, recycling isn’t a foreign concept to me. A few years ago the city of Dallas passed a ban on plastic bags. Before plastic bag makers could sue the city based on a Texas law, Dallas…

January 30, 2019365 Agains

{Re}organize

It’s amazing to me how often I have to reorganize again. It seems that one new blouse or a pair of jeans causes some kind of domino effect. This effect sends me on a drawer and closet reorganization frenzy. Remember…

January 29, 2019365 Agains

{Re}order

We promised ourselves that we were going to eat in. Cook for ourselves. Forego Uber Eats, Caviar, or Doordash. So much for self-promises. With $10 pie night at Pie Tap calling to us, we enthusiastically ordered over…

January 28, 2019365 Agains

{Re}lentless

The worship song Reckless Love was going through my mind today. Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of GodOh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nineI couldn’t earn it, and I don’t…

January 27, 2019365 Agains

{Re}st

Tonight rest takes me to my favourite hymn. This song soothes me. I hope you enjoy it. ❤ Read More

January 26, 2019365 Agains

{Re}quest

Not even a month in yet, I get little panic attacks almost every day. Do I have 365 agains in me? About the time I start to despair something happens and the again presents itself. You desire and you do not have; you…

January 25, 2019365 Agains

{Re}visit

At dinner tonight, Keck tried to write my post. He suggested again words and re words all night. Making many of them up. His favourite was {re}chocolate. You see, Kate Weiser was right down the way. We both wanted to go…

January 24, 2019365 Agains

{Re}colour

When I was a small redhead, people would tell me I had pretty hair. I’d reply, “I know it.” Later, though grade-school. Then, I started to wish it weren’t so red. Weren’t so new penny copper. I’d put lemon juice on it.…