Beefstew

It’s lunchtime for me. I have been carrying back and forth a beef stew I haven’t had time to eat over the last few days. Today, I am making myself sit down and eat it. When I made the stew I couldn’t find any tomatoes, which the recipe had called for. However at the last

A Sleepytime Story

“Go play out in the moonlight” he said, as he tossed the restless cat out the door at two in the morning. As the tabby bounced down the concrete steps in the dark, with twilight filtering through the trees, the man turned and went back inside toward his warm, soft bed. He was quickly fast

Wow! What a mood I was in!

I wanted to stay in bed this morning with the sun streaming in! Wow! What a mood I was in! I wanted to keep those covers pulled up to my chin! Wow! What a mood I was in! I crawled out of bed late, just fifteen more mins! Wow what a mood I was in!

The picture of the pitcher on my wall

There is a white stoneware pitcher with a handle gracing the side, atop a shelf. The pitcher sits on a linen runner with delicate hand crotched edging. The pitcher looks heavy. There is a protruding rim on the top and bottom of the pitcher. Inside sits a batch of thin baby daisises. It seems the

Spring break plans

Now that people are getting vaccinated and quarantine restrictions are being lifted, we are making plans for spring break. It seems everyone I speak to is making plans to drive to Florida for the week. My sixteen year old would like us to go to North Carolina to meet a friend of hers she has

Merging onto the highway

Do you remember when you first learned to drive? Or when you first had to merge onto the highway? I don’t. However today my teenager asked if she could practice driving on the highway for the first time. Feeling a little apprehensive, but knowing she needed this necessary skill, I quickly said “Yes, of course”.

A time to write

I was just thinking I better do my writing for this blog soon given that it is a Friday and as soon as that bell rings we all know we will be out the door and into the beautiful sunshine that is gleaming outside. The day has turned around for me. A few hours ago

Plastic water bottles = a bathing suit?

I remembered reading a book by Julia Cameron, titled The Artist’s Way, where she wrote about the “Morning Pages Exercise”, and to “just write” every morning. Even if you can’t think of anything to write about just write. Here are my thoughts spilled out… I struggled to get up this morning because I have a

Maple Trees

The metal buckets fit so snug against the sugar maple tree. I see four trees on my ride home each day. Back and forth, coming and going. The trees are still. I rush. Four trees each have buckets hanging on their sides. The trees sit on the perphiery of the road. It’s a winding country

Little Daily Miracles

The car starting, the heart beating, the feet walking, the crafted shoes. The knitted socks, the mechanical foot, the mixed paint on the wall. The wood that built the house, the mind that thought it out, the tools that were used. The typing fingers, the polished nail, the clapping in sign language for the five