Over the years, I used to dream about them.
When they first left our church, I dreamt frequently that she and I were together in their home, finishing a Bible study or finishing lunch, laughing — and always, that sound mingled with the noise of her two girls, who played at our feet.
Sometimes, I dreamt that I saw him on the street, and he wasn’t angry anymore …
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No more pulling my hair out looking for bobby pins! I can’t remember where I saw this tip (I’m thinking it was on the Better Homes and Gardens site, but don’t quote me on that), but it’s been in the back of my mind for about a month, just simmering
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Well, I never.
That look of rapture … the appreciative grunts … the “Wow, that’s tasty” — not once, but TWICE. I never thought I’d win Dave over to turkey burgers. Not in this lifetime …
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And so it begins. Last night, my three sisters, one brother-in-law, and two nephews braved the elements and joined us in an impromptu going-away party for Zac. Two of my sisters left their car at the top of our hill and walked the quarter-mile downhill, across the trail, and back
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There’s been a whole lot of reflecting going on in the blogosphere the past few weeks. The majority of people are assessing and good-byeing 2011, and outlining all the ways that 2012 will be different. I briefly entertained the idea of jumping on that bandwagon and giving you my year in review. But then I thought, Why stop there?
So here, in a nutshell, is a life in review …
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How does it happen so quickly? Just a few short memories ago, Andy was a big-eyed four-year old showing me his favorite red truck. In an hour, he’ll arrive with a new show-and-tell: a fiance named Nichelle. I don’t remember watching him cross the line from child to adult …
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So … I’m not supposed to do anything. Anything. At least that’s what it sounded like when my doctor said, “I want you inactive until I see you again next week.” Apparently I will jeopardize my healing if I lick a stamp, or comb my hair, or make a batch
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I was seven that summer morning between first and second grade when I had my first taste of wooing. Danny was a quiet classmate, someone I’d smiled at once or twice and shared my reading book with on a half-dozen occasions when he couldn’t find his own. Sometimes that’s all
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In anticipation of the surgery I had this week (to remove a spot of cancer on my cheek) — and the scar to come — my dear friend, Cathy Rich, wrote to encourage me. One of things she said was, “I love scars.” Just as simple as that. But when
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Look at that. See those tiny, frothy butter bubbles? Hot out of the oven. And the hardest part of this recipe is pushing the “on” button on the blender … that’s always so exhausting. You just can’t go wrong with this recipe. It’s my go-to whenever we have overnight guests,
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Like the title? That’s what my grandmother, Micky, used to call this soup. The only thing is, the little package of smoked ham hocks I bought for this put me back $7.00, so I’m not so sure it applies any more. Maybe we should call it “Doing Okay if I Can Afford $7 for Ham Hocks” Soup.
I had a hankering for this yesterday. And yes, that’s something else Grandma taught me.
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