Let’s call her Trudy
“There was a suspicious large brown paper bag on the seat that looked a bit wet. That’s it right there,” she said. “I don’t know how it got wet but be careful.”
Friends for life
Fifty-seven years-old…yikes, when did that happen? Of course, that can only mean one thing (and yup, I know, I’m old); it’s been forty years since I was a senior in high school. It’s also been forty years since my classmates were seniors in high school, and again, that can only mean one thing: reunion time.…… Continue reading Friends for life
Mudslide
When you’re a kid, you are running; literally running everywhere. Think back to your youth; whether you partook in a riveting game of tag during recess or a competitive game of kickball during gym class, you were expending energy and loving every minute of it. I have only the best memories of that giant red…… Continue reading Mudslide
Fear cocktail
Be kind in the presence of fear
Small gestures
When I was a child, my father greeted the morning far earlier than the rest of the family. Being a farmer at heart, he’d get up before the sun peeked through the distant tree line, make himself a toasted velveeta and mustard sandwich, and quietly slip out the back door undetected. I was used to…… Continue reading Small gestures
Treasure box
How long do you keep nostalgic items? I have three baby books, multiple photos boxes, and three art filled portfolio cases for each of my children resting snuggly in my family room closet. Is it considered over-the-top that I have taken the time to organize these items for them? Could be, but I wanted to…… Continue reading Treasure box
Selling the farm
It’s funny how we can develop attachments to inanimate objects; I feel bad trading in a car. I can’t imagine selling a home you’ve lived in for 48 years, but that is exactly what my parents are doing; they are literally selling the farm. Farmstead – 1804 For so many reasons I am happy for…… Continue reading Selling the farm
Best day ever
My dad was my biggest fan when I was a young athlete; always a fixture on the sideline, watching me play field hockey as a teen and softball from lassie league through high school. Whether it was a strikeout or a homerun, he was always there giving positive reinforcement. It would make perfect sense for…… Continue reading Best day ever
Whisper me back
Every spring, I landscape for two months to prepare our home for the summer. From pruning, edging, mulching, seeding, planting flowers, weeding…well, the list goes on and on. This year, my normal to-do-list doubled as I needed to prep for two weddings to be held in our backyard. The rains came relentlessly this summer, and…… Continue reading Whisper me back
Quite A Pair
She sat quietly on the cool concrete bench; her hands folded on her lap. The snow fell playfully, grazing the lenses of her glasses. The apple tree branches, freshly dusted with snow, stood protectively to the front and side. The air was cool. A cardinal pair lit upon a branch. The male so boisterously red…… Continue reading Quite A Pair
Pretty Mama Cares 