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If I had a t-shirt made up it would say, “Hot Water Bottles are Good in Bed!”
Here is a picture of last year’s Linton shirt:
modeled by Denise and Marjorie.
I don’t know, is it me, or does it look better on a hot young model?
This is the saddest song ever. It is sung by Robert D. Jr. and at the time I think he was really sad.
Joni Mitchell wrote it. Nice cellos too in his version. Cellos kill me.
I thought was very wise and mature until I had a baby. Before I had my son, things just happened and I did stuff. Sometimes I knew I had done well and sometimes I knew I had not. After I had my first child my heart was irrevocably torn open. It was wonderful and terrifying.
One of the things I realized was the universality of this love. Suddenly pictures of mothers holding their sick, vulnerable or starving children were not of people in some far off place. They were pictures of me and their children were all my child and I felt helpless in a way I had never known before.
The Christian story of a teenage mom giving birth to a kid in a barn essentially without a “real” father with only some crazy story to separate her from all the other moms out in the cold is a stark contrast to the excesses of the holiday, but it is compelling to the open heart in a way like no other.