Thistle Farming is a Lifestyle

When I discovered Thistle Farms two and a half years ago through Trades of Hope, I wanted to go and see firsthand what it was all about.  So I visited the storefront and toured the facility after joining their weekly meditation circle. Everybody was super nice, and I loved the openness and vulnerability of those... Continue Reading →


My tidying marathon

A couple of years ago, I read Marie Kondo's book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It really helped me evaluate my possessions more clearly, and I lightened my load of stuff considerably. Now that I've finished reading her latest book, Spark Joy, I am continuing the work that I never finished before. I tackled... Continue Reading →

I’m finally where I belong… Ravenclaw. *sigh of contentment*  Years ago, when I first joined Pottermore, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. Now I'm not one of those people who look down on Hufflepuffs. *cough, Hillary Sears, cough, cough* It just didn't make sense to me that I would be sorted into a house whose main descriptor is that they're loyal.... Continue Reading →

Facebook Friday

So, on Sunday of this past week, I decided I was taking a little break from Facebook. I recently finished reading 7 by Jen Hatmaker, and it has made me even more aware of how much time I spend on it. I like for people to think well of me, so I generally keep my... Continue Reading →

Makeup: how I really feel

Ok, fine, I haven't figured out exactly how I really feel about makeup. I struggle with it like I do with several things. On the one hand: ooh, look how it makes me not shiny, and under my eyes is less blue, and dude! You can see my eyelashes now! On the other hand, it's... Continue Reading →

American-tinted glasses

I hate how my perspective is so wrapped up in our culture. Today, I was stressing about centerpieces for the Cub Scout Blue & Gold Banquet next week. Yes, that’s right. I was stressing out. about centerpieces. for children. Ugh. Then, while reading a bit from Women Are Scary, I was reminded to pray for... Continue Reading →

Women Are Scary (In My Pants)

My apologies to the non-Nerdfighters who are not familiar with the hilarious concept of adding the phrase “in my pants” to book titles. There are frankly few titles that it does not work on. 😉 It occurred to me the other day for this title, and it cracked me up. Ok, now about the actual book,... Continue Reading →

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