Cold weather has a way of inspiring tiny tweaks to our home. It’s a maker’s version of cabin fever, I suppose. I can’t do much – nothing that requires open windows or working on the back porch – but that just ups the ante. Last fall, my husband painted our[Read more]
There was a time when I would have been irritated (at best) or depressed (at worst) to find a hole in something I own. In those days, a hole or tear or other defect meant it was time to say goodbye to that item and, usually, replace it (whether we had[Read more]
In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s been almost a month since my last post. My unplanned break from blogging began when our boys were on winter break. Initially I blamed the fact that I had less time to myself, less of the quiet I need when I write, and less[Read more]
Last night, our older son started his usual Sunday night lament, detailing all the things he hates about Mondays (and Tuesdays and Wednesdays . . . and any day that involves school or interruption to his preferred routine). Glass-is-half-full person that I am, I tried redirecting the conversation to his[Read more]
My mother’s mother was my last living grandparent; she died last year, just shy of her 98th birthday. Because I was blessed to know her until I was well into my 40s, I felt like I knew most everything about her. But, when I helped sort through some of her[Read more]
The phrase heard most often, when it comes to Christmas cards, is, “This is just too pretty to throw away!” What follows is either 1) hoarding boxes and boxes of old Christmas cards, in your attic or under your bed, with no intent to do anything other than not throw them away;[Read more]