Author Archives: Fran Hart

Planning, communication…. they go a long way toward the success of a project. It’s not just about getting the job done. I have to laugh when I think about the point at which someone checked this job off as “complete.”

I’m convinced that this is less about educating drivers and more about deterring us ADHD-always-in-a-hurry folks (speed again and we’ll make you sit through another round of Defensive Driving!). The people who need to hear this are the slow-pokes who … Continue reading →

On Thursday (Yes, the Thursday – Thanksgiving Day) I took a bunch of photos of the birds that had decided to visit. This particular shot begs for stories. Maybe because you can see through the door. Doors are always opening … Continue reading →

While my wonderful husband cooked, I spent hours (and hours) blogging. Mostly reading blogs rather than posting anything. It’s like unraveling a sweater. You pick up a thread and start tugging on it. Follow it where it takes you and … Continue reading →

As if training for a marathon I began a daily regimen of blogging. How can I be a writer if I don’t write, right? The daily grind is not for the faint-hearted. You’d better be writing because you love writing. … Continue reading →

One day not too long ago, a young and funny mommy found my blog (linked from the NaBloPoMo). She promised to return, and she was true to her word. Although her first visit brought her a charming tale of the … Continue reading →

Lord prepare me to be a sanctuaryPure and Holy, tried and trueWith thanksgiving I’ll be a livingSanctuary for you

I shall be there with them. Matthew 18:20I’m breaking free from some relationships that have become unhealthy. I knew when I shared (with the people who love me) some of the details of the unhealthy interactions, I had to be … Continue reading →

To be precise, going to the firing range together may not qualify as gun slinging, and “clinging” is not necessarily the goal of a non-dysfunctional family, but…it’s good to have activities that can be enjoyed with minimum bickering. Taking turns … Continue reading →