A Day to Remember

So last night I get a call from my oldest daughter, or let me rephrase that, it was a text. She said mom I think I am pregnant again.Wow the baby is only almost 5 months old. She found out this morning that she is for sure pregnant. She had such a rough pregnancy that I didn't think she would be so happy to have another baby, but she is very excited.I have two daughters and one son. Both of my girls are pregnant now. The youngest is 18. She just had a miscarriage a couple of months ago and she got pregnant pretty quick after....more

When Gifts Are Crappy

"It's the thought that counts."From the time we were kids, those words were drummed into our heads, almost as a caution. If someone gives us a present, we shouldn't be greedy, ungrateful, or rude. Rather, we should look past the thing and into the heart of the giver, finding gratitude for the intention behind the gift....more
Oh, my lord this is absolutely hysterical and touching.more

The Greatest Gifts for Grandchildren

My grandson, Johnny Mac Pippin, is 2 1/2 years old now and he still lives very far away. Sigh. My strategy for Christmas gifts for him hasn't changed all that much since I wrote my first Ten Great Gifts for a Grandchild's First Christmas post two years. ago. I'm still working on that darn stocking and I still buy so many gifts that my daughter doesn't know what to do with all of the toys and things that I send. Yes, I'm that kind of grandmother. I can't help it. It's fun! Here are some of my favorite gift ideas for this year....more
I've put it on my list for next year. He's a little young right now! - Denisemore

Aging and Death: Discussing It With Kids

 I started a blog series on my blog entitled, "Mommy Cab Discussions," in which I talk about conversations I have in the car or otherwise known as the "Mommy Cab" with my kids.  The conversations are usually with my son, who is currently six years old.  Similar to many children, he is inquisitive and opens up discussions that can be funny or serious. ...more

Dresden Plates

My grandmother, Mildred, was born in Sioux City, Iowa, in 1902. She died in Windom, Minnesota, in 1974....more

Untitled. Because how do I possibly know what to call this?

I am grieving.I hate that word, “grieving.”My grief is acute. It’s the pain when you first break your leg. The sharp pain that makes you gasp and you can’t breathe because it hurts so much and consumes you. Maybe if the situation had been different I would have more chronic grief. The dull, constant ache that comes later, after you’ve worn the cast on your leg but the pain doesn’t fully go away.I know I need to write, I know I want to write. But there is absolutely, not a chance in the world, that I can write anything coherent. So I will just….write.—-...more
Denise Thank you so much, Denise.more

The Genealogy Black Hole

Cross-posted from Tiffscribes blog:This past weekend was a wash, work-wise (so much for progress on the next Bastille novel *sigh*). Why? Because I decided to trace my family tree.My grandmother has been ill lately and, since she is my last surviving grandparent, I decided that it might be a good idea to gather her anecdotal rosebuds while I may.[sidebar: why is that we never realize the importance of ancestral history until after the ancestors are gone? *sigh*]...more

The Dreaded 'C' Word

Cancer. The word that everyone dreads to hear. Cancer takes lives from this world way too soon. Cancer tears apart families for no good reason at all. However, approximately 1 in 3 of people have been impacted by cancer in one way or another. The statistics are alarming, and the only hope that we have is to find a cure for such a destructive disease. Cancer snatched one of the most important people in my life, my beloved grandmother. Hers was a long and brave fight – one that I wished she did not have to go through....more


My father enjoys sitting in the dark.Sometimes he sits outside, but mostly he sits in the little TV and computer room that my parents made out of one of the spare bedrooms.  It may be late at night, but he keeps all the lights off.  I may see the glow of the television as I walk by; aside from the news shows, my Dad likes watching serials and movies about murders and gangsters and investigations, the bloodier the better.  The ones where the wife kills the husband (or vice-versa) seem to be his favorite....more