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
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
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
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
Who could have guessed months ago that our daily routines would be flipped upside down? With our collective health at the forefront, we are unfortunately no longer presented with endless choices for spending our time. Confined to our homes, we are searching for ways to entertain ourselves and to stay optimistic and hopeful. So, these…… Continue reading Simple Things
Today I ended up at the beach; cuz, ya know, sometimes you just need a walk on the beach. The waves were insistent that I hear their roar. One after the other rolled onto the sand. I acknowledged them, and they gave me some peace. It ended up being a beautiful mid-September day. I walked…… Continue reading Cuz, ya know
If you have grown children, nostalgia has a way of slipping in every now and then, miraculously transporting you back to the days you can barely remember, like the first moment of your child’s life. Remember it – when your baby made its grand entrance amidst the outcries and exclamations? When he/she took a first…… Continue reading Baby, Oh Baby
It’s a cool December day, but thankfully, the clouds are few and the sun is bright. Long gone are the sweltering days of summer; Christmas 2018 is fast approaching, and with just a few weeks left to prepare, I find myself surprisingly astonished by how quickly another year has passed. It’s that time again…… Continue reading The Gift
Minimize – isn’t that the mantra of our day. We need to minimize the amount of “stuff” we have in our lives. We accumulate material things, filling our homes with things that are completely unnecessary…right? We are shamed for collecting, shamed for connecting to things. I am in complete agreement that buying things you really don’t…… Continue reading Clutter comfort
I am a huge dreamer, and when I say dreamer, I mean I have very vivid dreams every night. Some are inspired by television and movies, others by events in my life; some have apparent meaning and others apparently no meaning at all. Some are remorseful, some nostalgic, and some can be very violent. Sometimes…… Continue reading Wake-up call
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