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.
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Dabbling in decoratives is an ongoing obsession. I love having a go at This, That and the Other. . . tackling projects that tickle my fancy, hoarding costumes (for the "Someday" that I own a dress-up tea-house for grown-ups) and hosting themed parties whenever I am not immersed in teaching French and Writing to high school students. In the interest of full transparency, there's something serious you should know: I overuse the ellipsis . . . frequently. Embarassingly enough, it seems to be the punctuation that best captures my stream of thought as it flits off of one subject and towards the next! View more posts