Monthly Archives: September 2013

Delicata: Squashing ALL the Competition

Delicata squash is basically God’s gift to squash. I know what you’re thinking . . . it looks so meek and unassuming. It’s a squash, for crying out loud. One run-in with a solid butternut and it’d be, well, squashed. But, no. I’m here to tell you that Delicata might be a little . .Continue reading “Delicata: Squashing ALL the Competition”

Teachers, according to . . .

What exactly do people think about teachers? It’s an interesting question, really. I mean, people go to places like ratemyteacher.com or even just Facebook, where everybody vents, but sometimes you have to take a step back from those kinds of information sites and look from an even wider lens. SO, according to Google. . . Continue reading “Teachers, according to . . .”

THAT neighbour

Everybody has that neighbor. You know the one I mean. He’s short, portly, loud, and has a tendency to take out the garbage wearing nothing but his boxers. Everybody’s got one, but mine is named Mikey, and some days, I just don’t know what to do with him. Think I’m exaggerating? Let me just paint this pictureContinue reading “THAT neighbour”

Dear John (Green)

source Dear John, I have never written to an author before. Nor have I written any kind of “dear John” letter, for that matter. My name is, however, Abigail Adams, so it seems only fitting that I write my first actual fan mail to someone named John, now that I think about it. I wantContinue reading “Dear John (Green)”

Courage This Day

Not long ago, in a fit of nostalgic insomnia, I was searching through some books tucked away in my childhood bedroom, and I found this poem, which was written by a woman named Edith Kent Battle. It resonated so clearly with me and my daily thoughts and prayers, so I thought I would share. ThisContinue reading “Courage This Day”