Category Archives: Home & Family
No, that’s not a picture of my kitchen! But anyone who knows me knows that I hate washing dishes. I do it when I must, but I’d much rather watch tv or read a book after dinner. While I love getting up to a clean kitchen in the morning, it never seems worth it the night before. So there I was, scrubbing the previous night’s pans and thinking about all the other things I could be doing. Writing. Organizing my office. Loafing on the couch with a book! Grumbling doesn’t help, I told myself. So my mind wandered to what was for dinner, how to solve a plot problem in Rescue, the fact that I needed to go to the bank for my son, and on and on. You know, all the side-effects of a too-busy brain. And then a cardinal flew past the window. I watched him peck at … Continue reading
Don’t get me wrong – I love Christmas. Love the music, love the baking, love the special charge in the air. And I especially love spending the month focusing on the Christ Child. But not yet. When the leaves are still crunchy on the ground, when the air is crisp but (hopefully) not frigid, it’s time to gather family around and give thanks for our very blessed lives. Sure, I’d like a bit more money to accomplish things around the house. But we have a house. We have heat and running water and electricity. We have food to eat, coats on our backs and shoes on our feet. We have beautiful music and plenty of books. We have phones to call far away loved ones and cars to take us to ones close by. We have healthy bodies and active minds, and opportunities to put them to work. We have … Continue reading
What can you say about a 65 pound black Lab who thinks she’s a lap dog? She was well-loved and slightly spoiled – and she knew it.She was part of the family, jokes and all: Maggie was never a dog to play fetch. She liked to chase what you threw, but she’d rather tease and play tug-o-war than give it up to go chase it again.She loved to play with her blanket, tugging it off “her” big red chair and wrestling with it. She wasn’t too excited about playing with her blonde buddy, Mindy – she preferred people. She would nudge you with a wet nose, tease you until you grabbed (or stood on) the other end, and then play tug-o-war. Maggie would “talk” to Mom when she wasn’t getting enough attention, and our phone calls were often punctuated by a crescendo-ing aarrooooaahh. She loved to chase wild turkeys and … Continue reading
Horses, swimming, campfires . . . you’d think my kids would have awesome end-of-summer memories. But what do they say when I ask them what they remember? And what Labor Day trick did my parents play on me as a kid? For the answer, click here to go to Myndi Shafer’s blog – I’m guest posting over there today! And when you’re done laughing at how gullible I was, check out some of Myndi’s posts – she’s hilarious!
My earliest memory is rather dim and fuzzy: I’m sitting in Mom’s lap in a big chair and she’s reading a letter and telling me that somebody was having a baby. That’s all I remember – not where we lived, how old I was, or even any sounds or smells. Just the snuggly feeling, the letter and the baby. But when the question of an earliest memory came up through my school years, and it did numerous times, I always answered with this story. The striking thing is that in my 20s or 30s, when I mentioned it to Mom, she stopped to figure out the timing – from the details, it had to be a particular cousin, and I was only a year and a half old! To have a memory of such a young age is rather unusual, but even this memory wouldn’t have lasted past my own … Continue reading