Making Pysanky
by Jenners • 04/23/2012 • Creative Pursuits, My Childhood • 71 Comments
A photo essay about making pysanky -- Ukrainian Easter eggs.
Read more →A photo essay about making pysanky -- Ukrainian Easter eggs.
Read more →I write about my two prom experiences. Yes ... I went to the prom. I know it is surprising.
Read more →The conclusion of the Treasures from My Past series, in which I discuss my once mighty unicorn collection.
Read more →I was once on a competitive canoe team. (Yes ... you read that right.) Here is the proof.
Read more →Let's take a look at some patches I made ... and my extensive and useless patch collection.
Read more →A look at the flair I wore on my Catholic school uniform.
Read more →Once again, we're looking at artifacts from my past to make fun of them. This post features my wallet from high school!
Read more →My brother recently sent me a box of stuff with "treasures" from my past. I decided it would be fun to look at these treasures and mock them. First up, my rolodex from high school.
Read more →With tongue firmly in cheek, I document my 15 minutes of fame for a Writer's Workshop entry.
Read more →Things my mother taught me ... and I rejoin Twitter at Mr. Jenners urging.
Read more →A list of songs that transport me instantly to another time and place when I hear them. What songs do that for you?
Read more →A Writer's Workshop post about things I was obsessed about as a child.
Read more →For Writer's Workshop, I'm remembering an ill-advised canoe trip I once took. It was bad. Very bad.
Read more →Remember when I was doing my FAQs and I told you that you had one last chance to ask me questions? Well, I’ve been saving these questions up for days when “I got nothing.” Today is one of those days. All the questions today come from Angie at Seven Clown Circus. (The fact that...
Read more →Inspired by this post of Lacey’s over at Don’t Make Drugs, I realized I was sitting on a gold mine of blogging material in the form of my childhood diary (which spans the years 1979 to 1983 yet, oddly enough, is only half-filled. What can I say? I wasn’t a prolific diarist.) So let’s...
Read more →To be one of my childhood dolls was to be doomed to a life of suffering. Unlike many girls, I did not coddle or baby my dolls. Instead, I used them to enact vivid and tragic scenarios, which were most likely the result of reading too many books like A Little Princess. Center stage...
Read more →Thinking about what my son and I want to be when we grow up.
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