megan blogs

"Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a rowboat and taking the tartar sauce with you." —Zig Ziglar RIP, Mr Z, and thank...

In yet another of those cart before the horse moments in my life, i decided that i wanted to knit a gansey sweater. Gansey, guernsey, or jer...

I still think of my car as "my new car," although it wasn't new when i bought it, but it was new to me. And, i've only rec...

In the US, we celebrate Thanksgiving on Thursday, and yes, we'll be having turkey this week, which shall make all the cats happy. Himsel...

Sometimes, perhaps it's best we don't always hear how things turned out. We can wonder, hope, and dream, but if the story has an unh...

Last night after a dear friend who'd been visiting for the weekend returned home, i thought about some of the veterans i've known. T...

 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely s...