Remembering Finley

 Today, I want to share a journal entry I made over at Babycentre while I was pregnant. I had the best of intentions to try and keep a pregnancy journal, but it just never happened. I so wish that I had now. This is the only entry I ever made. ...more

The Last Jar of Grape Jam

This week I finished the last jar of grape jam. Let me explain why that is significant. Before moving to Connecticut, I lived in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. When I bought my house there, it came with a broken down, overgrown grape arbor....more
This was so much fun to read. We are beginner gardeners and have started canning. Last year we ...more

The Legacy

As far as legacies go, my tastes lie with something simple, like a check. Or stock. Or heirloom china. Unfortunately Mama wasn’t the heirloom china type. What I got when she departed for the peaceful place where mothers don’t have to cook, clean, or say, “If I told you once, I told you a million times,” was not the inheritance I assumed was my birthright. What she left me was the very thing I was the least qualified to handle. Wisdom....more
I loved this. Every lesson is just perfect...especially the puppy puddle one. We usually have ...more

Notes From The Grave

In the movie “My Life”, Michael Keaton starts a video journal for his unborn child when he learns he had a terminal illness....more
 @victorias_view That's my plan, too :)more

SOC Sunday: What is the Prime of Your Life?

Today's Stream of Consciousness prompt from All.Things.Fadra is: "Have you reached the prime of your life? What do you want to be your legacy?"...more Thank you, Robin. Sometimes I even amaze ME!   :)more

Joe and Bear

The man in the blue windbreaker looked perplexed. Squinting in the bright light, he waved away a swirl of clouds, searching for a familiar face. He took off his glasses and wiped the lenses clean, then replaced them, blinking.  All at once he broke into a grin.“Hey stranger!” he called to the tall guy with the houndstooth hat.“Winningest coach, eh?” smiled the elder man. “Good to see you, buddy.”Blue Windbreaker caught up and fell into step. “After I saw what happened when you retired, well … ” he faltered....more

You Can't Pass Down Your Tweets

My great-grandfather came to this country from Italy in the early 1900's.  His supposed intention was to send for his wife and children after he got settled but his family never heard from him again. So his daughter, my grandmother, came to America when she was 16 years old to look for him.  According to my mother, my grandmother said she never found out what happened and wouldn't talk about him anymore.I often think how sad it was that my mother and her siblings never got to know their grandfather or really anything about him....more
I have been thinking about that a lot lately, namely because my mother's family is showing signs ...more

Teaching Acceptance

I have watched last week's Glee episode no less than five times. It just gets to me.One Sunday afternoon, I took BG to our town's Christmas parade. We managed to find a spot right at the front of the sidewalk in front of this really nice older couple and their two young boys.  At one point, a young dance troupe went by made up of a few girls and one boy. I heard the boys snickering at this boy, but it was what happened next that floored me....more
love this! such a moving post. I have been trying to get this message scross for so long, you ...more

I Liked Him Better When I Didn't Know So Much - Steve Jobs

The public story of Steve Job is inspirational. I would be the first to say I was impressed with his ability to start a dream from his parents’ garage and turn it into a remarkable business that will out live him. My first marketing class in college (1987) I learned about Steve Jobs in my textbook....more

My Recipes Is My Legacy to My Children

(Acts 3:6) “Silver and gold have I none.” I have no buried treasure for my children to find when I am gone, nothing hidden behind locked doors or chests, no jewels, no bags of money—simply no riches to speak of. And even though I am not a chef with a degree, my “culinary” training, if you will, was given to me at home. I learned as my mother learned, and her mother before her: a pinch here, a handful there, a spoonful, a cup’s worth. But God gave me talent for understanding how to cook—how to assemble and put flavors together. Therein lays my talents....more

Hi Elaine,

I think that it is really great of BlogHer to feature some of our blogs. It really ...more