Tag Archives: Zoë

Zoë’s Notes

She’s written notes to me since she was a toddler. I’ve come to grow quite fond of them.

Last night’s note on the frig.

I’m afraid to look inside.

Thanks for the heads up, Zoë!

The Birthday List 

I so appreciate waking up in the morning and seeing yet another lovely list on my refrigerator from my soon-to-be 14 year old daughter. What a privilege to raise a daughter who has such exquisite taste.

Perhaps I should create a list and tape it to her door.

It would go something like this:

  1. I don’t like lists.
  2. Birthday presents come from the heart, but thank you for such lovely and thoughtful suggestions.
  3. I would like some expensive makeup brushes, too.
  4. Clean your bathroom, poor soul.
  5. Gratitude is free. 😘

Middle Child

I get it, Zoë.  I was a middle sister, too.

Middle Child

But, keep on trying.  Stake your claim.

Just one thing.  It will happen.  Someone will still grab that mug.

Sometimes signs bring out a little extra rebellion among siblings.

Eggshells Are Our Friends

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From the News & Observer, Raleigh

My daughter loves crushing eggshells.  She told me to give this job to her.  I think she’s unleashing something.

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This is about the right size to sprinkle around tomato plants and other little friends in the garden.

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I tossed it everywhere.  Deer do not like the smell of eggs.  Can’t say I blame them.  The eggshells are a natural fertilizer and it’s much faster to grind them up and toss around the garden.   Don’t go the tea route as Homeguides.sfgate.com explains here:

Crushing Shells
“Instead of making a tea, you can crush eggshells and add them directly to the soil in your garden. Collect shells throughout the winter so that you have an adequate supply at planting time. Wash and dry the shells to remove any egg residue. Place the shells into a food processor and process until a powder forms. Wear a dust mask when crushing the eggshells so that you don’t breathe in the eggshell dust. Stir the powdered shells into the soil or potting mix just before planting. Gillman suggests using five shells per plant. You can also sprinkle a handful of shells into the planting hole before you set a plant root ball in it.”

Ok, I just tossed them.  Next time I might grind them in the blender, but what fun is that?  And it’s so loud.

This is good to know, too:

“Plants need calcium to thrive. Calcium helps the plants develop a strong cellular structure. Calcium deficiency is visible in young plants, because the leaves are twisted or have black spots, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture. The plant’s overall growth is stunted too. In fruiting plants, such as tomatoes, a lack of calcium is evident when the fruits develop blossom end rot, or a thin, dark spot on the bottom of the fruit. An additional benefit of eggshells in the garden is that larger shell pieces help deter slugs. The sharp edges of the shells irritate the soft bodies of the slugs.”

Oops.  I think I overdid the 5 shells per plant limit.   What’s a little extra calcium?

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Eggshells also make excellent facial masks.  I’m going to use this powder and add some egg whites to see what happens.

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Every once in awhile, you just need to pummel some eggshells.

Why do I feel like Unikitty?

Sisters in the Summertime

They may not always gets along, but sister love goes a long way.IMG 5226


Max is one anxious toy fox terrier, but nothing makes him happier than reuniting with Zoe.
Even after an hour.

I’d say the feeling is quite mutual.

Dogs rock.

Daughters, too.

To Each His Own


We were on our way to the library.   Hank and Zoë were sitting quietly in the back seat of the minivan.

Hank speaks up matter-of-factly:  “When I imagine God, I think of the Statue of Liberty.”

Before I can reply, Zoë says “And when I think of God, I imagine a bobblehead.”

Hank wasn’t being silly.  Neither was Zoë.   They think about God a lot.  We’ve never been to see the Statue of Liberty and we’re not in possession of a single bobble head so I needed a moment to digest these images.

It took me a moment to understand how  it could make sense to my 8-year old son and 12-year old daughter.

The Statue of Liberty  stands tall and alone, majestic in her gaze.  Bobbleheads see everything in all directions.

I get it.  To each his own.

Thanks again, Hank and Zoë.