I love Christmas foods. Fine, I love food…but there’s something special about the food you only eat during a specific season, like at Christmas. It’s during late June and early July that I start my Christmas cravings. And just in case you don’t want to do the math, that means that I need to wait …
Daddy and I were kindred spirits in so many ways, yet in as many others we were were diametrically opposed. He passed when he was 60-years-old and I had a young family. I’ve missed him many times over the years and am grateful for all he taught me. 10 Things My Father Taught Me 1) …
I wrote this post on vulnerability in the winter, a couple of days after Sweet E had been born and I offer it now in my “What I Will Tell Sweet E” series. (spattering of NSFW language) Vulnerability The “v” word is a tough one for me. I was brought up to be a lady …
Summertime = pool time, lake time, get-in-the-water time. It’s also the perfect time to bone up on water safety, particularly knowing how to spot someone who might be drowning. Do you think drowning looks like thrashing about in the water, yelling, kicking, and dramatic splashing? You’d be wrong. Doesn’t look a thing like that. And …
Be grateful, my baby. Seems easy enough. We all know folks who look at their life with dissatisfaction. I’m not talking about the kind of emotion that is healthy and propels us onward to bigger and better things in our life, I’m talking about the kind of dissatisfaction that weighs on a person and makes …
As a newly-minted grandmother, I think about opportunities to pass wisdom on to Sweet E when he’s old enough. And life is one big lesson, isn’t it? Last week I received news that a lifelong friend’s mother was going into hospice care. Not the news any of us wanted to hear. Some days are tough, …
As an elder in society…AM SO!…I think it behooves me to learn new things about the world around me, to challenge myself, even if that means I’m uncomfortable. Coding makes me uncomfortable. Yes, the kind of coding used for computers, or blog design, or creating apps. It’s crazy to me that I should try and …
My mother, The German, and I rarely saw the world through the same prism. She was German; I was American. She was ladylike; I was a tomboy. She only cursed in German; I cursed in three languages. She insisted my brothers be coddled; I insisted she’d lost her mind. She never spoke of politics or …
Our Sweet E is here and there is so much I want to tell him. Mostly this… Dig Yourself Once you get over what folks think about you, and believe me they will always have an opinion, life gets easier. Once you get to that point, you get to ask yourself what’s important to you, …
Life is a ball of snapping rubberbands with a soothing center of delicious cream-filling. I think of it as mostly sweet goodness with the occasion surprising sting. Last week, I got more than my fill of the glorious gooey center. Girl was returning to work and she asked me if I would consider coming for …