Raisin Toast & Tea

Yesterday a friend and I made a pact.  When I told my husband that, I could hear his eyes roll even though they were glued on the road ahead of him as we drove along.  “But it’s a good pact!” I said, hoping to interrupt his skepticism.  And it was a good pact.  I hope that we both remember to keep it, despite the many other things that push to crowd it out of our me...more

How to apologize to your mother

My Mom is a good sport. Here I am airing all sorts of personal stuff online and she takes it in stride. Does she read my blog? Yes. But you won't see her in the comments section - she sends me her thoughts via texts, phone calls and food. ...more

The Wallet

Kindness in a dad is a very valuable thing.I saw that tonight at dinner. My seven-year old granddaughter had picked out a wallet to give to her dad for his birthday. We bought it, she wrapped it in blue birthday paper and tied a white ribbon around it....more

Searching for the Holy Grail of Donuts: The Mashed Potato Donut

A few weeks ago, I received an email from my brother with a link to a website and a cryptic message "Is this what we've been searching for all these years?"  First, I thought it was one of those spam emails with messages designed to get you to click on the link and second, I couldn't recall that my brother and I were actually searching for anything....more


NaBloPoMo – January 4, 2014  Pressure...more

Grandparents Challenge: Share a hobby with my son

My son is a lucky little guy. He has three sets of wonderful grandparents who love him to pieces. They think he is adorable (and he is), they love to brag about him (and he is brag-worthy) and they all read this blog (hi, everyone!) So, with all that in mind: I have a challenge for them:...more

Holly Jolly Pre-Christmas Week

I have waaaayyy too many updates for one post! You’re getting them anyway. Fa la la la la la la la la!Holly Bloggy Christmas Party...more

Family Christmas

Remembering My Mother

Remembering My Mother Do you believe in angels? I do!...more

The Care and Feeding of Fathers

About a month ago I came home from work to find my father sitting in my driveway running his car.  It took him awhile to roll down the window to talk to me because he had forgotten how and I had to shout out directions again on how to operate it.  Once the window was down, he told me “they” and he gestured to the back and very empty seat “are paying me to drive them around town. We are going to visit the Hunts.”...more