A call from the past…
This year I entered the land of the living and bought a phone that was smarter than me. Similar to … Continue reading A call from the past…
This year I entered the land of the living and bought a phone that was smarter than me. Similar to … Continue reading A call from the past…
Dear Pine Needles and Paper Trails, I was struggling through a ho-hum blog post this morning when your comment appeared, … Continue reading Back story behind “mother-in-love”…
My mother-in-love’s kitchen table overlooks a little lake, where Christmas lights gently reflect from its surface. It would be a … Continue reading When you hide from a cat…
It is 6:29 p.m., and I am getting on a computer — not even my own — for the first … Continue reading Top 10 Reasons for Hating Holiday Travel…
I lamented parking at the opposite end of the mall immediately after I had purchased the rake. I hoisted it … Continue reading Raking in the bargains…
I love ellipses… If you’ve been reading my blog posts for any length of time, you may have noticed I … Continue reading Reading between the dots…
I’m not sure if my son sees only what he wants to see or if he truly doesn’t notice the … Continue reading The quiet of Christmas…
The Temptations got nothin’ on my Aqua Zumba classmates and me. It was a cloudy day even at 6 a.m., … Continue reading I’ve got Zumba on a holiday…
You oughta be in pictures, You’re wonderful to see, You oughta be in pictures, Oh what a hit you would … Continue reading Christmas: Memory vs. photographs…
The answer? To tree. Or bush. My husband will accept either. He just won’t accept “not to tree,” which apparently … Continue reading To tree or not to tree…
The shortest day deserves the shortest blog post. I began this shortest day quite irritable, feeling overwhelmed, despite being officially … Continue reading Shortest day of the year… Thankfully!
Ironic. It is 2 a.m. and I am awake. This after blogging just yesterday (actually, just hours ago) about doing … Continue reading More than ironic…
Today I am doing more with less time, less space, and, definitely, less patience. At the risk of whining, … Continue reading Doing more with less…
The day started exactly 39 minutes later than usual. For the second day in a row, my alarm clock failed … Continue reading Breathe more deeply…
The feeling I get after Christmas baking is rather like what I experience after a successful mammogram: relief and a … Continue reading When your love language is chocolate…
This afternoon I delivered the first box of Christmas chocolates — two pounds of caramel brownies, fudge, chocolate peanut butter … Continue reading Last one and done…
As I may have mentioned, this is my weekend for Christmas baking. So why did I say to myself, “Get … Continue reading Domestic A.D.D. …
Once a year, I reserve an entire three-day weekend — Saturday, Sunday, Monday — for my Christmas baking. This is … Continue reading Anticibaking…