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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.
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.
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…
Our family dinner was a lovely success despite a candle-wax spill (entirely my fault), and blurry pics, and too much food.
I find myself loving what we make: things that mean something to me. Or sometimes, distressed letters from Walmart. Yeah, that works.
“Watch for the Light” makes one of two Black Friday purchases for me. I was amazed by “Bread and Wine,” and am more than willing to attempt the sequel sight unseen.
Sometimes at Christmas, you want to give something a little nicer. These gift ideas also span an age range from toddler to teen, and come with our recommendation and delight.