That Annoying, Berating Voice-A Personal Testimony on Turning it Off

Today, a group of us were asked to write a personal proverb. We had five minutes to jot it down. I sat there, thinking. Maybe I should write this? No, that’s not particulatly profound. Maybe I should write a proverb about this, but how to word it in a meaningful way? I continued thinking, the

The Exploding Thermos

Thick, slimy, green goo clung to the ceiling, with an occasional drop succumbing to gravity and landing into the sink below with a moist plop. Green splatters plastered the kitchen window, nearby cabinets and floor. A sweet, slightly fermented smell reached my nostrils as I walked into the kitchen; my stomach recoiled at the sight.

Then and Now

I remember the first time I started One Munching Momma. It was about ten years ago, when I was homeschooling my eight year-old son and seven year-old daughter, living on twenty-one acres of land. We had lots of fun on those acres-climbing the steep hills and discovering animal tracks, sledding in snow, doing school outside,