Fill ‘er Up
I know a competitive teenage boy who thrives on winning - at any sport. So much so, he declares before a seemingly unimportant backyard basketball game, “I haven’t won in a while. I need to fill up!” Winning fills his body, mind, and soul. I laughed, but we all need something to fill us up.
Don’t Be a Fool
We have exciting news to share about our little blogging adventure! Be sure to read about the details in this week’s blog.
A Recipe for Macs and Life
In 1978, I was nineteen and had the cooking education of a lifetime. My Mom and I experienced how to make homemade macs with Auntie Rose. Macs are what my Italian family calls pasta.
Today’s Movie Experience
Today’s movie-going experience is very different from that of years ago. Long gone are the majestic Art Deco movie theatres of my youth.
Erma Bombeck: The Master of Words, Wit, and Whimsy
Do you remember Erma Bombeck, the witty, wise writer of personal essays for mainstream magazines and bestselling books? She was an inspiration for me, not only for life, but also for writing.
Coffee Notes
Coffee
Dark brewed, extra hot, a dash of cream - Ahh!
Why do I enjoy it so much? Maybe it’s the way coffee connects life’s moments, even if it’s not as good as caramel turtle candy or a fresh snickerdoodle cookie; those, after all, are better savored with a steaming cup of joe.
Putting the World on Notice
As we welcome another New Year, most of us engage in self-reflection.
Are you a Collector?
Are you a collector?
I am.
I’m not an art collector, stamp collector, or rare artifact collector. I collect things — groups of things and things I like — that evoke memories or hold special meaning.
Happy New Year
What a year it has been for five women who took a leap of faith and started this blog.
A Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Montage of Holiday Memories
To honor the spirit of the holidays, whatever holiday you observe, we, the five writers, have briefly recounted a special Christmas memory. We share them with you to evoke your own special memories.
Christmas Magic
Our family was not a C and E family. No, we were the real deal. We came to church every Sunday, not just on Christmas and Easter. My mother had been a religious education major when she met my dad in college, and his family was descended from a line of Lutheran ministers that could be traced all the way back to Germany and the reformation.
Love, Marriage and the Baby Carriage
I was wondering if fewer young adults were getting married and having babies, so I intentionally started to investigate for proof against what I consider a sadness. My first disproof came on a visit to the farmers' market.
The Vernors Ginger Ale Queen
A petite Irish Catholic woman who spent her adult life in Detroit, Michigan, and was the unofficial Queen of Vernors Ginger Ale.
But It’s a Dry Heat
Oh, It’s summer in the desert
Snowbirds have made their retreat
It’s a hundred in the shade
But say hey – it’s a dry heat!
How Aspens Got Their Gold - A Modern Day Fable
It was a jittery time in the Universe, and all the Gods and Goddesses were nervous. Their rulers were arguing, and that was never a good thing. Reigning together over the Universe were the God of Winter and his twin sister, the Goddess of Summer.
STA-PUF PRO SPORT
Gene glared at me, wounded. He was hurt – mostly that I was laughing at him, because who likes to be laughed at? And there I was, tears streaming, shaking with laughter, doubled over with silent guffaws and unable to stop, or even catch my breath without a braying rasp. To be fair, he was also actually injured.