In which I admit that my second child didn't get to be the prince my first did.
In which the editor writes a perfectly serious post about the Tennessee State Guard.
Folks work with crochet hooks, knitting needles, material and thread, and everything a person would think of when weaving with yarn. Sometimes we weave items for friends, for presents, for sale, or just to satisfy ourselves with a peaceful hobby. The project may exist as one large piece or may be many small pieces that… Continue reading Weaving the yarn…
In which the mother has an "adventure" in the Versa and once again, is rescued
In which the mother, in a diminished capacity, starts the morning.
How to live to 90 — Have fun.
I went in a cave today. Those of you who know me are sitting there in either dismay or disbelief. I know. Me too. I am not a caver. In fact, caves pretty much embody all the things I hate most: cold, dark, wet, and muddy and feeling trapped. And ticks, which weren’t actually in… Continue reading Hold On to the Light
Life has hit me pretty hard of late. Just as the family was planning a Mother's day celebration in conjunction with Thomas's birthday, I received news that my stepmother, Jean, had died. It hit me harder than you would have thought losing "just" a stepmother should; it hit me harder than I could have imagined. Mind you this was not… Continue reading Real Life, Death and Everything
Today I've spent hours going through old photos and scanning some and just staring misty-eyed at others. It's a good way to spend an afternoon, if a bit melancholy at times. I have boxes of packages of developed pictures. Remember we used to have to send them off to Kodak in Atlanta and wait forever?… Continue reading Looking Back