Lots of my gift-giving this Christmas season involves handmade items – the wrapping, the tags, or the gifts themselves. But my darn (i.e. loving, supportive) family and friends often read my blog, so I don’t dare write about what I’m working on, let alone show pics. So, let’s fast forward to[Read more]
Sometimes, I stand outside myself, amazed at my enthusiasm for a project or idea that’s likely been around forever. I get so excited when I “discover” something. Example: last weekend, I cleaned out our boys’ drawers, removing stained, thin, or otherwise unwearable clothing. Then I took a pair of scissors[Read more]
Tonight, my emotions taste like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Everyone’s asleep, so only you and I know I had that second helping. And you’re not here to judge, right? Speaking of which, I’m curious: why are you here? I’m having something of an identity crisis. I know what I[Read more]
“But, why didn’t he give you a speeding ticket?” my oldest son asked me. It’s hard enough for him to understand the nuances that go into interpersonal relations. Trying to wrap his head around his mother breaking the speed limit and a state trooper letting her off with a warning[Read more]
So, I had some time to kill this morning, after dropping my husband off on one end of town and before arriving at a meeting on another end of town. I remembered there’s a Michael’s craft store situated midway between these two destinations. Browsing one of my favorite stores seemed[Read more]
My first job, after college, was working at a radio station in Cape Girardeau – a small, “river city” in the boot heel of Missouri, about a half hour drive from my parents’ home in southern Illinois. I worked the afternoon drive (2 – 7 pm) and my mother would[Read more]