Posts by Mrs. Sundberg
No more looking back. No more dwelling on mistakes, what you
No more looking back. No more dwelling on mistakes, what you might have done differently, what you should have done but didnt over the year(s). No m...
No more looking back. No more dwelling on mistakes, what you might have done differently, what you should have done but didnt over the year(s). No m...
This is the dark time of the year, season of waiting, season of
This is the dark time of the year, season of waiting, season of lights. There are wonderful parties to attend, festivities and gifts to wrap, baking ...
This is the dark time of the year, season of waiting, season of lights. There are wonderful parties to attend, festivities and gifts to wrap, baking ...
Its so beautiful here, outside. I love autumn. I love the
Its so beautiful here, outside. I love autumn. I love the smells of woodsmoke and leaves, the wind whistling through town, the chill in the early m...
Its so beautiful here, outside. I love autumn. I love the smells of woodsmoke and leaves, the wind whistling through town, the chill in the early m...
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. Thats how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen Wherever you are -- whatever youre doing,...
Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. Thats how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen Wherever you are -- whatever youre doing,...
In the event that some of you arent plugged into The Writers
In the event that some of you arent plugged into The Writers Almanac, Im posting todays poem, a lovely poem by Hopkins, who has, like no other, a way ...
In the event that some of you arent plugged into The Writers Almanac, Im posting todays poem, a lovely poem by Hopkins, who has, like no other, a way ...
Our son is graduating this week, and I feel so many things.
Our son is graduating this week, and I feel so many things. Mostly happiness. But theres a catch in my throat when I call his name. I keep thinking...
Our son is graduating this week, and I feel so many things. Mostly happiness. But theres a catch in my throat when I call his name. I keep thinking...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sl...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sl...
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