Almost everything we ate growing up was homemade. Sure, we’d occasionally go out to eat—usually after church or to celebrate when my brother or I won an award at school. And McDonald’s? That was a rare and exciting treat. But at home, every meal was lovingly prepared by my mother or grandmother, who lived with… Continue reading Grandma’s Romance Waffles
I don't like to talk or write about the bad in my life. We all know the bad is there, and for some reason, I don't want to dwell on it—especially in this space. But today, as I write these words, I feel like I need to level with you. I am in pain. Since… Continue reading Pain
I have vague memories of the 1970s. I say vague because I only remember bits and pieces of that decade because I was only ages 0-9 at the time. But, thanks to photographs, I recall my father wearing a lot of plaid pants and my mother wearing owl necklaces, bandanas in her long hair, and… Continue reading Mom’s Shrimp Dip Reminds Me of the 70’s
Actually, I have had two weddings in barns. At my first wedding, we held our reception inside and outside of a family-owned barn in my home state of Ohio. At my second wedding, the entire ceremony and reception were held in a barn in the suburbs of Chicago. That should be some kind of… Continue reading I Had a Wedding in a Barn Long Before Pinterest
Summer in our home usually starts around the time the kids get out of school. Not when the calendar officially says summer begins. Kind of like how fall doesn’t really start at the end of September, but the moment the girls step onto the bus. The fun of summer gets sucked up in bus… Continue reading Summer So Far – 2014
Since she was about knee high, my oldest daughter has spent a week or so with her dad every summer. At first, she could only go for a few days at a time, and those early trips were hard for her. There were tears and long phone calls home, and they were difficult for me… Continue reading When She Leaves
A Grace Full Life 