A step away from Fridays…
“Happy Friday!” My step aerobics instructor called out his traditional end-of-the-week greeting before beginning the warm-up. And then he added, … Continue reading A step away from Fridays…
Category: love
Piggies and poor politics…
It isn’t often I wax political in the blogosphere, and for today’s post I blame my husband and his Popsicle … Continue reading Piggies and poor politics…
The quiet of Christmas…
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…
I’ve got Zumba on a holiday…
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…
Christmas: Memory vs. photographs…
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…
Domestic A.D.D. …
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. …
Allow and accept…
“C-C-C-Cottey, beautiful Cottey, it’s a school of which I’m sure you’ve heard before, If you get good grades, they send … Continue reading Allow and accept…
Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
It was now or never. If I didn’t get the outside Christmas lights up this weekend, I knew I wasn’t … Continue reading Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
My mother was right, of course…
This morning, my 17-year-old son was up before 7, despite having filmed the varsity football semi final and arriving home … Continue reading My mother was right, of course…
I love you more…
“I love you.” “I love you, too,” said my 17-year-old son, just before he opened the car door. “I know.” … Continue reading I love you more…
Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a creature is stirring. Except me and my cat. … Continue reading Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
All my thankfulness went out of Thanksgiving when I started cooking the turkey. The first few years of my marriage, … Continue reading Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
How I knew my mother loved me…
I was a latchkey kid. Daily, my sister and I biked home from school to an empty house, let ourselves … Continue reading How I knew my mother loved me…
Granny squares and gratefulness…
I was feeling unraveled this morning. I found my husband’s usual teasing banter a bit annoying but tried to be … Continue reading Granny squares and gratefulness…
The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
Thursday morning, I needed the black blow dryer, the only blow dryer that is movable at the health club. “Sure, … Continue reading The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
The real fabric of our lives…
I know Cotton (yes, a capital C) calls itself “the fabric of our lives” and has been using that campaign … Continue reading The real fabric of our lives…
When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
It was the start of a good day. I’d exercised and mentally prepared for the day ahead of me, which … Continue reading When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
A mere nineteen years ago…
Most people call me a saint. Nineteen years ago I married a widow and his four children. At the time, … Continue reading A mere nineteen years ago…
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