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I’m glad for the good times and the homemaking skills, the little songs she sang us, the silliness and the ethics. Her years of patience.

A perfect Saturday

It begins with a bowl of breakfast. Plain Greek yogurt with honey, strawberries, pecans. Then there’s the gorgeous clear weather.

Josh Coblentz writes: “Easter has not yet rooted out the reality of death and isolation which continue to wreak havoc in the world…”

I feel like Caroline Ingalls, attempting to preserve civilization on the frontier wilds, with her tiny gilt-toed shepherdess on the mantel.

I love how bright food looks on a plate. And I love this guy, who is willing to eat salad with a knife & a jar from time to time.

One of our family traditions is a special dinner on St. Patrick’s Day. When I was a teenager, I was crazy about everything Irish…