Sometimes I think about the treats my mother would give us when we were little. And I would wonder why she could not just bake us a nice cookie maybe? Oh right, she could not bake. Bless her heart. So my mom would give us a spoon of Crisco dipped in granulated sugar. …
The eve of Halloween was filled with drama at our home. Costumes already purchased were questioned. The dress-up chest was open and tulle, feathers, glitter and lace could be found from one end of our home to the other. Items tried on and discarded. Tiaras and witch hats intermingled on the table. Nothing was…
I saw the old farm dog approaching me. He trotted towards me on the dirt road and was carrying something small in his mouth. His tail wagged as he got closer and he proudly dropped it at my feet. A black kitten. Barely a week old. With a broken neck. I ran to…
I could not help but think of my childhood this weekend. I remember being a very little girl, eating a very early breakfast and watching the Royal Wedding. And even watching that real princess, I knew I just wanted something simple, quiet and easy in life. My memories are simple and happy. Uncomplicated. Family Play…
We had our first Spring sunshine last week. We went outside without coats. Astrid saw her shadow for the first time. She chased it for an hour. They even played patty-cake. She also kept jumping on mommy’s shadow. Simple sunny and Spring brilliance. Do you remember the smile on your face the moment your child…
“Mama – wouldn’t it be amazing if I pressed the jewel on my ring, my wishes would come true?” Esther asked. “Why don’t you try, Esther and see what happens?” I replied “No, I don’t think it will?” Esther answered shaking her head. “Why not?” I prodded. “Because I really want a unicorn of my…
..on the eve of 2nd grade. I love you because you have accepted me as a slacker this year. I know it has been a bit rough with the needy baby and all. So when I asked you what you wanted me to fix you for your extra special, night before school meal..you politely said…
I was 4 the Summer of 1973. During that Summer both my Aunt Sandy and my cousin Betsy sat down with me and my brother and we wrote our own book. My Book About Me by Dr. Seuss. (still in it’s first 1969 edition….) This was always on my bookshelf – through school, college and…
