Who Knew
Sometimes a simple stop in your busy day can reveal an unexpected discovery.
Category: experiences
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.”
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
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
Call of the Wild
Thanksgiving Eve, 2018 Night had slipped in so effortlessly; temperatures plummeting, heading to ungodly lows. The wind taunted us from just beyond the glass door; what was it saying? Was it a subtle warning disguised within the confines of a relentless howl; the wind unwilling to take responsibility for its unpredictability, or perhaps a simple…… Continue reading Call of the Wild
Soul food
It was just another summer day. As I walked through the Walmart parking lot, my mind wandering over the store layout and my most efficient plan for hitting the aisles, a petite woman, probably in her sixties, wearing a floppy hat and large lens sunglasses, walked toward me. She was pushing her shopping cart with…… Continue reading Soul food
Lost Tradition
Let’s play the game, “Never have I ever”… Never have I ever visited a gravesite on a yearly basis. At 53 years-old I have never visited the gravesite of a loved one on a yearly basis. Why not? It’s a fair question and I’ll give you three answers. For starters, although my parents could have…… Continue reading Lost Tradition
Cleaning Catharsis
It was strangely cathartic. We all gathered one Saturday in the month of March to clean my mother-in-law’s house; my husband, his two brothers, my sister-in-law and myself. We laced up our sneakers, donned our work clothes, and banished ourselves to the basement, garage, and attic until the job was done. Since his passing, one…… Continue reading Cleaning Catharsis
Sweet Hearts
It took almost three years, but I finally made good on a Christmas present way overdue; a glass blowing workshop with my 25-year-old son Joshua. A few years ago, I had come across a local glass blowing artisan, Peter Ridabock, who offered various workshops to eager students interested in learning how to mold glass into…… Continue reading Sweet Hearts
A Few Quiet Minutes
We were sitting near the electric fireplace in the lobby. I had pulled a chair close to his wheelchair. I opened the newspaper that he encouraged me to take home and read because, “there’s a lot of good stuff in there,” and found an interesting article about an artist who uses old wine barrels to make…… Continue reading A Few Quiet Minutes
Pretty Mama Cares 