Village People

Village People

The little people really threw me for a loop today. For about an hour, all I could do was shake my head and wave my hand. At a loss, I thought about seeking  feedback from the moms in my Facebook group because at that moment, I just needed a “Yeah, girl” and an...
My Father’s Figure

My Father’s Figure

I searched high and low for a good picture. I had to make it good—it is Father’s Day after all, and based on the Facebook posts out there, there’s some stiff competition. Photo after photo and all I could find were Hubby’s shadow, half of his face, blurry images, half...
A Life in the Son

A Life in the Son

It was just warm enough Sunday afternoon for us to kick off our shoes and splash along the shoreline at the park. Brown Sugar and Lone Ranger built mud volcanoes and watched the brown “lava” ooze away in the gentle current. Songbird and I carefully wriggled our toes...
Fresh and Clean, October 29

Fresh and Clean, October 29

It’s 9:00 a.m. and I’m washing dishes. I ain’t happy. Usually, we go to bed with a clean kitchen because I believe in starting the day with a clean slate, a fresh palate. Today’s bagel crumbs and cream cheese schmears are already up and running, so why would I...
This Oven Is Toast!

This Oven Is Toast!

I believe people can be divided into two groups: Toaster Oven Users and Toaster Users. I love my toaster—or should I say, loved. Until it met with Songbird and the Incident Which Shall Never Be Mentioned. So, upon its unfortunate, untimely, and rather fiery demise we...
His Size Fits All

His Size Fits All

It’s hard to believe it’s time to kill the poinsettias again. It seems like just yesterday I was throwing out my four pots full of crackly red petals and crunchy green leaves. My blackened thumb and I torture poinsettias yearly. Watching these tropical beauties die...

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