This Time Next Year
Today is my birthday. BH. I’m
Today is my birthday. BH. I’m
Last week, I read Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm as part of my summer of nostalgic rereading.
Self-indulgent though it may be, I have declared June a month-long birthday celebration.
As a bit of a follow up to yesterday’s post — something I have found to be true much of the time is that if I put something on the calendar (even
This is a mix of nostalgia, aspiration, and loose association. What would you add?
This week in review:
I brought home an interesting find from my grandmother’s house (Bubby said I could).
Last month I figured I was just about done with the weekly updates, but as this week progressed, I found myself noting things to include in my end-of-week post…so here we are.
When my parents and I returned home after Shavuos, we found a new bird’s nest on
It kind of blows my mind that we are in June already. My planned summer fun is frontloaded