The birds that greet us in the morning have changed their tune. The chirps are cheerier, their early greetings brighter. I think they feel the change in the air as much as we do. They also see the gr...
I’m in fleece pants today. For the second day in a row. Lest you think I always dress like this, I’ll have you know that I make a very conscious effort to look presentable every day. It m...
Do you have a minute? Can we chat? I don’t have any elaborate stories to share today. I just felt like talking. Nothing fancy. It’s just that there is so much deliciousness out there, I t...
I received a bouquet the other day. And it wasn’t from my husband. It was quite a surprise…especially because it was a lovely arrangement of endive. I have to admit, I am a sucker for pre...
My dad proudly sliced through the packing tape with a utility knife as we all looked on in excitement. The carton was larger than our television, and inside was the future. I set eyes on our very fir...
I was driving through town this morning, the sky blue with the promise of a warm day ahead. After several foggy daybreaks, it was refreshing to my soul. James Taylor was playing on the radio and I co...
Super Bowl Sunday. For me, these three words conjures up three little letters: D. V. R. Yes, I know, this is blasphemy for some, but really, football has never been my thing. I’ve tried, really...
I had a bad day in the kitchen today. The kitchen is usually my happy place, my woman cave, if you will, where I can create and taste and lose myself in stirring cake batter or a steaming pot of soup...
Big hug time? I met my son outside at the car as he was dropped off from school. As we turned and walked toward the front door, he answered: When we get inside, mama. Not in public! Not in public? I ...
Ever feel taken for granted? Ever take a loved one for granted? It happens, both ways, often with the people who matter the most. Just ask any parent — its a thankless job. (Um, Dad, in the off...
You know you live in California when your Kindergartner goes to school in his winter gear — ski jacket, hat, yes, even gloves — so he could run amok in a snowball fight…of marshmall...
All I wanted was some cornbread. Just some sweet, crumble in your mouth cornbread. And that meant I needed to make some chili. Of course I could have just made the cornbread all by itself. But cornbr...
It’ll put hair on your chest. But I’m guessing you could use some right now. Some soup, that is. Though, who knows, maybe you might want a little hair on your chest, because winter is, in...
The sound of honking called from the air above. I looked into the sky to see a flock of geese, in neat v-formation, returning from the south. Could it really be? We humans may be smart, and we may ha...
Early this morning, my son watched in the bathroom mirror as I swept a wash of light taupe on my eyelids. Mama? he asked, Why do you have to wear makeup? I paused. A little longer than I normally do ...
Mama, can you tell me a story from when you were little? It’s a question she asks me many nights, after I’ve tucked her in, read stories, and cuddled. It’s the question she asks rig...
It may be January, but it feels like March. The whole country is warm and the weather map glows of yellow and orange. There are hardly any areas of frigid blue. And not a rain cloud in sight. While t...
I have emerged from hibernation. We may have just entered the depths of winter, but after two weeks of all things holiday and having the children home from school, I feel like a bear drowsily emergin...
The house is still and I just poured my cup of coffee. Two small spoons of sugar, a drizzle of half & half, and I swirl. The morning silence is so thick, you would think I awoke at dawn, but it i...
If it didn’t snow, it rained. And more often than naught, it rained. Which, I suppose, was a good thing if you were a college student who should be spending hours indoors studying. As an underg...
I tucked the last present under the tree. I carefully slipped the last sweet into the last stocking. And I said a silent prayer. Thank you for this Christmas. And please let us sleep in until at leas...
I hate when my husband gives me presents. I do. Why? Because he’s so darned good at it, and I, frankly, just don’t feel like I am. When it comes to selecting thoughtful gifts, he always s...
There’s always a frenzy leading to the week before Christmas, and this year is no different. I know I was not alone in thinking, I just need to get through this week. Friday alone was packed wi...
I’m such a wuss. My husband and I joke about it, but it really is true. I grew up in the land of Nor’easters and snowy winters. We met where 17 below was not unheard of, where gas tanks f...
I try really hard. And sometimes, well, sometimes…I just can’t do it all. For those of you who are so wonderful enough to visit me, week after week, I want you to know that I really am so...
An unexpected visitor arrived on Monday morning. He must have arrived in the dark of night, undetected by all of us, even the dog. The only clue we had to his presence was a book left on the kitchen ...
Walking in circles amongst rows and rows of firs and pines, we breathed in the heavenly scent of fresh evergreen. This one! No, this one! My family pounced on a majestic pine, one that would clearly ...
Sometimes sickness can be a blessing. I was not myself last week, resigned to my bed for what felt like an eternity. As achey as I felt, I enjoyed every minute, because the inability to do all the th...
Friendsgiving I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with those dearest to your heart. As the weekend draws to a close, I am pleased to welcome my final guest to my virtual Friendsgiving table. ...
Friendsgiving As we gather with friends and family around the holiday table this year, I wanted to celebrate the dear friends I have made through the wonderful world of food blogging. Over time, virt...
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