L is for London

I'm always thinking about London at this time of year, but this time it's different.

K is for Knife

The story of how my new knife chose me.

My mom, my great grandmother, and blackberry jelly.

A few words about babies, fear, and growing up.

The way I learned about grace, and how I'm unlearning it now.

A few peeks into moments where I breathed a sigh of "finally."

Some of my email experiences, from the beginning.

Some thoughts on depression and anxiety.

A smorgasbord of cakes from my past.

Some meandering thoughts about bacon and me.

A few words about one of my favorite C. S. Lewis heroines, Aravis.