Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows, lies a seed that with the sun
Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows, lies a seed that with the sun
Home in the time of COVID.
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.— Maya Angelou
Miles and Mommy “at work.”
Enforced stay-at-home because of the corona virus is not how I imagined it would be. Don
This Old Table
Farewell to my Kitchen Sister
“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.”
The Cookie Maker
Life doesn’t come with a manual. It comes with a mother.
You would have turned 90 today. December 15 is the fine day you arrived, aptly named Joyce to herald in the joy of the Christmas season.
I think of you every day. Little memories come to me as I glance at your photo on my jewelry chest. It’s the old snap of us on my 4th birthday. We are looking up bright-eyed with happiness at the unseen photographer. Sometimes I stop and study the images, wondering about our lives then and how we would share it now.
Your cookie baking Christmas tradition binds us tenderly together in this season of joy. You loved making delicious trays of cookies and candies for us, dear friends and co-workers. I remember tins and Tupperware stacking up as you baked. You began just after Thanksgiving since you had such a huge volume to produce.
Your artistry was masterful as you assembled the trays with delectable confections. Round balls, cut-outs, drop cookies, bars, tiny pastry shells of pecan pie. Chocolate peanut butter balls danced among the sugary orbs. The tins and platters were also part of the gift, selected with the receiver in mind. Ours were child-themed for your twin grandsons. I still have those trays, and the dinged up Courier and Ives tins that housed your treats.
Choosing Joy on Mother’s Day
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
The Soundtrack of My Life
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
To Cuss or Not to Cuss…never my effin’ question!
“My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master.”
Amazing Grace
Today at 8:46 a.m. with thousands of other people, I stopped to offer prayers to the victims of the 9/11 terrorist bombing at the World Trade Center. 8:46 was the moment when the plane hit the first tower.
I played “Amazing Grace” on my iPad as my prayer to the victims, families, friends and coworkers. And for myself. I didn’t have grace that moment or the next ones on that September morning because I was too consumed by my job. When my graphic designer came into my office, ashen and unnerved to say a plane had just struck the tower, I barely paused from my email review. I made some trite remark that I cannot remember. Probably something like, huh, that’s awful. Then I told him I had to finish the email I was working on. I do remember the stunned look on his face as he took his 6’4″ frame through the door back to his office. Read the rest of this entry
Happy Birthday Adam & Alex-#27!
Happy Birthday Sweet Sons!
Adam (l) & Alex (r)
Today you are 27
Jun24
