My Granny, Mabel Daly (1969) Vegetable cans and a recipe from Cincinnati Post 1979 Brown Bread, Tin Cans, and Care Packages Christmastime has always been a special time for me.  I’m not saying every year has been a Norman Rockwell memory…but the ones I choose to remember are the good ones. One of my favorite…

Sometimes sharing a quiet moment tells a better story, so no words on today’s post.  

3/16/88 Ode to a Bottle The vast and empty bottle has filled me with its wisdom. So deeply has it moved me, I seek no further counsel. Forgotten thoughts once evasive, strike back now with much abrasive. Tis little wonder I am full as I stare at my expounding tutor. As the morning dawn creeps…

12/14/14 Over the weekend, I decided to host a “tea party” for the girls in my family.  I also suggested a +1 guest….their favorite doll or stuffed animal. I typically spend months planning holiday parties for adults, but this impromptu tea party came together in a matter of hours.   I made some calls, sent a few texts,…

Circles A round of you A round of me Turning in different directions Irony, not spite M

I’m sure it’s still 1976 somewhere in time.  I clearly recall celebrating the 200th Anniversary of our country’s independence.  Bright shiny coins with the 1776 – 1976 date stamped on the front of each coin strike.  And I, myself, declared my own independence having hit double digits with my birthday, reaching the lofty age of…

12/8/14 I used to think I could change the world when I was younger.  Any injustice or disservice was met with a letter or phone call from me.  I championed every cause, looking to make a difference. Over time, I grew weary of the aggravation and my energy slowly evaporated into apathy.  I rationalized it…