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I’m buying my 4-year-old an Ipod
Benefits of guided imagery for children, and helping them fall asleep.
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What’s Missing In The Doomsday Seed Vault?
Heirloom varieties, and self-pollinating seed may be missing from the Svalbard International Seed Vault. The importance of self-sustaining farming.
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The Batman
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Starbuck’s Closes, Make Your Own Latte
As part of its “Transformation Agenda Communication #8” Starbucks across the United States will close Tuesday night between 5:30 – 9 p.m. Starbucks is facing some hard times: they’ll shut down 100 slow stores and cut 600 jobs. Tonight’s closing is an internal employee pow-wow, to teach, educate and share our love of coffee, and the art of espresso. And in doing so, we will begin to elevate the Starbucks Experience for our customers. My husband, now in Orlando, says his Starbuck’s is open. They couldn’t get out of their lease contract that forces them to stay open during normal operations — no matter how bitter things are at Starbucks.…
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The day Snickerdoodles became a food group
How to make multi-grain snickerdoodles, with a recipe for snicker-doodles.
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Snippet of Winter
“Put your boots on sweetie, there’s snow outside, and you’ll need them to to keep your feet dry.” “I don’t need them, Mom…Spring will be just around the corner. I just know it.”
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Could that smell be moi?
Off to run errands Cold, and trying to hurry A notice a smell… Yep, it smells like skunk glad to be driving away from this awful smell. Soon I realized skunk was everywhere I drove what would the town do? I began to look at the faces of people, looking for a sign that they smelled it too. I said this to the mailman “Do you smell the skunk?” As he walked toward me he said, “Yes, I think I do.” Skunks had invaded. I drove further still, the smell was making me sick then I had a thought… Could this smell be…
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The Well-stocked Refrigerator
How to create a staple grocery list and stock your refrigerator.
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A Sense of Home
He’s getting ready to leave. It’s just an all-day ski trip with his friends, but the next day he will leave for a two-day camping trip with another friend’s family. I’m sitting with him in the early dawn, as we wait for his ride, making small talk, and I’m grateful that the house is quiet, even though everyone is already awake. I’m grateful, because I have so much to think about, yet I want to stay focused on what he’s saying… in these last few minutes before he leaves. I’m cheering for him on the inside, right on the cusp of so much fun and adventure. Part of me…
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