Grabbing my face with both his hands, my son Luke said, “Mom! Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He then slowly closed my laptop saying… “Mom, you know I don’t like it when people aren’t looking at me when I say something to them.” “Honey, I’m not ignoringRead the Rest…
Our pint-sized kitchen was clean and comfy as my sister and I were sitting around the oak table eating a snack when our mother dashed in from the den. We cautiously eyed each other as mom pulled out pans, beaters, sugar, flour and peanut butter. Me, being the talker ofRead the Rest…
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” I screamed (literally) with joy…and we married three months later. He had been a bachelor for 34 years and I was a single mom with two children. He had no idea what he was getting into, and I had no idea how making a promise toRead the Rest…
My hands were full of packages as I walked into my mother-in-law’s home. I stood beside the kitchen table and did a dramatic heave-ho putting them where she could see what I bought. Clara ambled over slowly, at 93 her spirit is quite amazing but her legs don’t allow her muchRead the Rest…
Five years ago I had a strong desire to write a family history/recipe book. Family has always been a passion of mine. The links we have to one another, the details of daily life that weave a story, the secrets that emerge and make an eyebrow rise, the strengthsRead the Rest…
