I’ve just gotten back to blogging after an embarrassingly long absence and have spent the past few days updating plugins and deleting this and that. I have to confess I’m just a little big appalled by all the drafts I left unfinished[...]
Does the title scare you? I had to be truthful. In the spirit of full disclosure, you need to know that this is a recipe best made on those days when your car has been stolen, or you have a flat tire, or a tree has fallen across the driveway. You know.[...]
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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[...]
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks back. She’s eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I’m working and[...]
Gage follows me into the bathroom and watches while I put the brush back where it belongs. As we turn to leave, he settles his gaze on the drawer where I keep the bandaids — the boring ones, and the ones I’ve collected just for him.
It took a lot of faith to get in that car twenty-nine years ago, and drive seven hours to a town I’d never been to, with a boy I hadn’t known a year. It took all the faith I had to stand and face him, and take his hands, and promise before[...]
I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I’m amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I’d been trying to get up the courage to try a soy[...]
Oh, boy. I just saw how long it has been since I last posted. I should be disciplined.
What has distracted me so? Well, let’s see. I started in real estate, and … I started in real estate. That should say it all. Nothing has been as whirlwindy[...]
This originally posted in 2011, but a new friend made it and told me so on our Twig and Feather Facebook page. So now I have to make a batch myself. Oh, the power of suggestion …
I’ve been absent all week … too sick to even get online.[...]
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I was at my favorite store last week–Trader Joes, of course–and found this beautiful butternut squash just sitting in a basket outside the front door waiting for me to pick it up. So I did. And since today felt like a good soup day, that’s[...]
A few of you asked me for the recipe for Cheesy Bread (as pictured with the Turkey Chowder). Not only is this really quick and simple, it’s also a huge hit. There’s never a piece left when I make this. My son could probably eat the entire[...]
At heart, I’ve always been a matchmaker.
As I remember, it all started in fifth grade when my best friend set her sights on the boy who sat kitty-corner from her desk. “He’s so CUTE!” she gushed. That was pretty much all the[...]
A friend from church had surgery earlier this week, and I’ve signed up to bring her a few meals. I wanted to make something creamy and comforting, and this dish came to mind. Now, it’s definitely creamy and comforting, but it’s not[...]
My friend, Mary, told me this story about her grandson a few weeks ago. It’s stayed with me ever since, and I have a feeling I’ll be thinking about it long after Christmas is over. It’s one of those “out of the mouths of babes”[...]
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 ...
For the whole 25+ years of our marriage, Dave has been telling me about “The Camp” on Lake Champlain. It’s a cabin that’s been in his family for 100 years, and is even now occupied by his Aunt Jean and Uncle Bob. I’ve[...]
I woke this morning with a basket full of seeds and a head full of plans for where I’d plant them all. Sunflowers on the west side of my kitchen garden. Corn, peas, zucchini, squash and pickling cucumbers to the left of the greenhouse. Shasta[...]