I've been working on a post about putting together Easter baskets. It should be an easy, fun write up. But for some reason, I'm struggling. Maybe it's the heaviness I feel in the air - like the atmosphere is weighted down by an unseen force and I can't escape it. The air is thick with pain and unbelievable sorrow - and I feel as if I need to face it before I can talk about pastel-colored eggs and chocolate bunnies. In some way, I suppose I'm navigating how to live happily in an unhappy world. ... VIEW POST

How to live happily in an unhappy world

Raise them to love the unloved things
...raise children who love the unloved things...I've always had a knack for seeing the beauty in things that might otherwise seem repulsive -- cupping roving spiderlings in my hands to escape quick-footed spider-squashers is what I do (everyone keeps a tarantula under their bed in college, right?). I don't think I've ever intentionally trampled a spider, come to think of it. Seems ridiculous, I suppose, but I feel for the unloved things. Creepy crawlies and critters that slither might be ... VIEW POST