AZeigler Dailies

The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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Sunday, December 12, 2021

The Daily Sacrifice

Friday, October 15, 2021

Forty-One

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Thoughts on Originality

Monday, June 21, 2021

Faithful

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Employment News

Monday, April 26, 2021

For Sophie

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

An Anniversary

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Three Things

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Scribbling

Thursday, December 24, 2020

God is Not Dead, Nor Doth He Sleep

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Years Rolled On

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Hemingway, Lewis, and God

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Crisp Again

Monday, July 20, 2020

Summer 2020: The Children, a Crippled Canine, & COVID Chaos

Sunday, May 3, 2020

A Decade of Lasagna

Monday, March 30, 2020

Trapped in the Amber

Friday, February 14, 2020

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, Here's A Blog For You

Friday, January 10, 2020

A December to Try & Remember

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Hello From Thirty-Nine

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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About Me

AZ: I am a Christian wife & mother, English & speech teacher, coffee drinker, college football enthusiast, & proud Twilight fan happily blogging from deep within my very red state. I blog about a variety of things. I wrote a piece of fiction featuring two leads who're coffee-drinking literature nerds who find each other & fall in love. You can purchase Dear Miss Moreau on Amazon & Barnes & Noble.

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