Two Young Professionals

In the same vein as inside jokes, Jeremiah and I make use of several “inside phrases,” blips of language that seem insignificant to the unfamiliar ear but, between the two of us, host a powerhouse of memory and emotion. Two buckets on the same tree. A smart cookie. I’m eating a peach now. Dawhoo Grace-us. Working […]

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The Prayer of the Exhausted

Recently I’ve received some criticism for side-stepping the issue of my faith on this blog, for not utilizing Pie in the Sky as a platform to “proclaim the Gospel.” I’ve talked about marriage, girlhood dreams, and quoted the occasional Bible verse. But, no, I haven’t racked up Sunday school points with dissertations on weighty theological topics or devotionals […]

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Ten Things: the Pops Edition

My bloggy friend, Andrea, over at Will Cook for Food, challenged fellow bloggers to write a “Ten Things” post as an venue for authenticity and as a snap-shot of the “real you.” Taking on her challenge, I am! 🙂 Right now, I’m in the process of over-hauling Pie in the Sky (along with most every […]

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my other sister has a blog, too!

my other sister has a blog, too!

This must be the new trendy thing, blogging. Because, my youngest sister has a blog, too. This news reached me via email this morning (geez, our multi-connected world!), where a note from Anna Vi announced the launch of Speaking with my Hands. 

It says something that my last three blog posts focus on my sisters. I’m a shoddy blogger, at best, but I do love my little heroines. Pie in the Sky’s scruffy upkeep doesn’t seem so disappointing when I deflect to my sisters. 

Please pop over to Anna’s blog and give her an encouraging word or two. And, don’t forget to revisit as she adds new posts! Knowing Anna, she’ll serve you up exposes with grit, humor, and sincerity. Enjoy! 

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HeatherRose’s Creations

Creations

For HeatherRose’s sweet sixteenth birthday, my mother blared Stevie Wonder’s rapturous “Isn’t She Lovely” while a slide show of Rosie-girl’s childhood faces splayed across the living room wall. 

This morning, first thing, I hopped onto Harlow (my laptop) and accessed a fidgety internet in search for HeatherRose’s world-wide-web footprint. Her blog showcases the work of a true artist, unique taste, gutsy experiments, and natural instinct. As Stevie Wonder says, “Isn’t she lovely!?”

Please check out my sister’s work and show your approval with a comment or two! 

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The Times We’ve Had

This picture to the left shows my two sisters. My sisters are beautiful. They have elegance and poise. My husband tells me that HeatherRose should be called “Reese HeatherSpoon.” He means it as a compliment, but I shamelessly strut a vicious Hardt pride, and proclaim that my sisters are some of the loveliest creatures ever. Reese Witherspoon […]

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Welcome to Reality

Eating gypsy soup (oh, garbanzo beans: the foodie throb of my choosy tongue!), typing up nursing apps, and hi-lighting pages out of my microbiology reader. Oatmeal raisin cookies in the oven while downstairs, “pot hour,” Plainfield’s favorite, hasn’t quite chimed in on the rural-urban conversation of Main St: belching cars, floozy undergrads, and a limp old man being walked by […]

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