Never Say Never
April 1, 2006
Pretty in Pink
I was very much a tomboy as a kid. I loved fishing and camping, I built countless forts with my brothers, I caught snakes for fun, and I had what I considered a healthy aversion to all things pink. I got a little more "girly" as I grew older, but I never outgrew my dislike of the color pink. Read more.
Pass the Carob Chips, Please
Deep-fried chicken strips dipped in full fat ranch dressing. French fries smothered with cheese. Brownies. Peanut butter pie. Whipped cream. Hot fudge over vanilla ice cream. Greasy pizza. Cookies, cookies and more cookies--the sweeter the better! Read more.
Girl Gone Wild
by Nicole Bristol
"What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear." The words of my favorite hymn washed over me and my heart gave a leap of joy. Though musical talent is not my gift, I sang out with loud conviction. I was sure my sincerity was unmatched by any of the canary-robed choir members who stood guard behind the pulpit. Read more.
Never Say Never
N-onsense
E-couraging
V-ery
E-dited
R-eality
The theme of this month's issue of Mosaic Minds is one near and dear to my heart. If someone were to ask me how I'd judge the life that I've lived, I'd say that my life has been fulfilling, enriching, and that there is room for oh, so much more. I'd give credit for such a life to the above creed taught to me at the age of four. The wise man who spoke those words became my life-long mentor, Grey. I owe him for that. Read more.
Know When To Hold 'Em
by Ellen Buckhorn
It was a cold Sunday afternoon in February and I was on the second day of a weekend home alone with the two children. Saturday had been a trial--whiny four-year-old, cranky six-month-old, sleep-deprived mom. I vowed the next day would be better, but by two o'clock, facing the rest of the day with a baby who refused to take a nap, I did something I always swore I'd never do. I packed the two children into their car seats and drove. A Sunday drive to sleepyland. Read more.
Never Say It Can't Be Done!
(The Story of the Man, the Moose, and the ... Bicycle?)
I am a desert girl from Southern California, and before I moved to Sweden my contact with wild animals was limited to the smaller variety, like scorpions, spiders, and snakes. About the closest we ever got to hunting was when my dad killed a rattlesnake in our backyard when I was three years old. But we didn't eat it. Read more.
Granny
by Deirdre Abrahamsson
We made the round of relatives from Tuam to Gowna to Malin Head, before we finally arrived in Ardee.
"Come in, come in, how was the drive?" Uncle Tony ushered us in to the back rooms of his pub, to the warmth of the kitchen. Read more.