Pioneer patty pies
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.
Tag: my mom
Folding socks
Folding laundry was often children’s work, and the tedious minutes we spent poring over socks appear in retrospect to have stretched out over several decades.
My mother
Confession: There is a whole new level of pain and beauty involved in seeing your mother without her hair. It was such pretty hair, long and thick and shining white. I miss it, and I miss the part of her that is not the same without it. The first time she took off her hat […]
Call back later
Confession: When my phone rang at 5:44 Monday morning, I thought it was the alarm, and groggily I punched around on its face a few times until it finally stopped. That is how I sent a text template to Faith Builders Christian School (calling to inform parents of a two-hour delay), saying Sorry, I’m busy. […]
Gifts
Confession: I was up so late last night, three hundred and forty-two miles from home, that my brain is buzzing and my husband said to me “Are our phones goofing up? You sent me a text that apparently came in at x:xx. Were you really texting at that hour?” And I said “Yes.” In the strictest sense […]
Gratis
Confession: Yesterday I walked out of a restaurant without paying. This is not a joke. And nobody else paid either. I just forgot. It was a little coffee shop where I went to get a drink with my mom and my daughter. Because our drinks weren’t all ready at the same time and because they […]