Hi, I’m Danica.

I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.

november 7 Nov 7

I haven’t said anything here about the presidential campaign, and I don’t have much to say about the election results. Well, I do, but I won’t. I’ll just say: Peggy Noonan was right when she said that this cake was baked awhile ago. I was truly shocked when Obama gained traction during the campaign; I am not shocked that he was re-elected.

We needed Ron Paul, and got the opposite. But then, doing hard things doesn’t seem to be my generation’s forte.


Last week, my mother-in-law braved several miniature planes and flew in for a visit. We love, love, love when she visits. Beatrice was especially smitten, and they were practically inseparable.


Frost really and truly hit this week. I checked the temperature before setting off for my walk: 24 degrees. Brrrr! Cold, and achingly beautiful. That’s the North Country for you.


Less daylight in the evenings just means cozier dinnertimes. Summer always was my favorite season, thanks to green grass, gorgeous flowers, balmy weather and bare feet. But the longer I’m a mama, the more I grow to love these months of being hemmed in by darkness come late afternoon. Candles, music, the smell of dinner, laughing children finding creative ways to enjoy the confines of a house: these are lovely things.

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