After years of disputing my husband’s claims that Red Vines were medicinal, I guess my urging him to actually take care of himself for real finally sank in. This last year, he had orthotics made to correct his overpronation, he went to the...
It was back to reality today. Back to hectic school mornings. I patted myself on the back again for the fact that I had cleaned out my youngest daughter’s lunchbox on the very first day of Christmas Break, instead of having to approach it two weeks...
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 49, and I’m now at the age where I am questioning if I have to actually tell people that. I cannot wrap my mind around almost being in my 50s, although I remember turning 30 and feeling the same way about it. I...
We got our Christmas tree this last weekend. I had been sick with a terrible cold, but had still powered through to host Thanksgiving, do all the clean up, help throw a two year old’s birthday party Saturday, and then had decorated the house for...
As I have previously mentioned, something happens to me in the fall and winter months. I could have not lifted a finger to do anything remotely creative all year long, and as soon as I start feeling the chill in the air, or the sun starts setting a...
I scrolled on Facebook, and stopped dead on the picture. My oldest daughter, Alena, had just posted a couple of shots of her and her nearly 2 year old daughter, Mavis. They were sitting on the couch together drinking hot cocoa. It was Mavis’ first...
For years my mom has been a public speaker. She’s done it as long as I can remember. Mainly, she will speak for church events, but has been asked to do it for a wide-array of other things, including graduations, auctions, and at parties, and women’s...
It happens to me every year: That fall breeze comes through my door, and I’m powerless to stop it. Suddenly, when I would have been content with just sitting and reading a book a few weeks ago, I have the unbelievable need to get up and make...
My mom has told me the most hilarious story. It is truly one for the record books: She was asked by her friend, who uses a wheelchair, if she could come over and drive her in her handicapped access van to a doctor’s appointment. My mom, of course...
My grandmother was an amazing oil painter. Her house was like an art gallery. The old wood-paneled walls held another world’s portal to forests, and mountains, and quiet streams. My favorite paintings of hers, though, was one we had hanging in our...