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Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Stories

I’ve listed to a lot of stories this last week. Thankfully. They were a great amusement, comfort, and distraction as I waited for results of a medical procedure my husband was undergoing at a local hospital.

One of the disadvantages of moving away from long established relationships is that no . . . → Read More: Stories

Improv

Some weeks you just have to improvise. Too many balls in the air. Mostly fun, but a sad one as well. We’ve lost a beloved friend from church who hosted our weekly Bible study at her home. Valerie never met a stranger; she was so graciously welcoming when I first met her . . . → Read More: Improv

New

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

Discovery

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

New

We’re nearly six months into a new life here in North Carolina. Some days it feels like we just got here, but some days now we feel like we’ve been here forever. The hard work of imprinting a new routine that I fretted about a few months ago seems mostly a distant . . . → Read More: New

Routine

For forty-five years there’s been scant deviations from the routine of putting up our annual Advent decor. As Tevya would say it’s tradition! But when you thin out the herd, pack things up, and sell the space where everything had its place…well, the well-rehearsed routine goes kaput. And as much as I’ve . . . → Read More: Routine

Transition

Moving messes with one’s creativity. At least it does mine.

After six weeks in our new home where most things had found a new home, a new room, a new cupboard, or a new shelf, we were getting the hang of living in our new space. But then we transitioned . . . → Read More: Transition

Hot

I’m hot! Not as in culturally with it or avant garde¬†anything. Not because I’m piecing piping hot stars for a new quilt. I’m hot because the air conditioner has been broken for the last week and the mercury continues bubbling in the low to mid 90’s. I’m hot under the collar irritable . . . → Read More: Hot

Effort

I’m back…but it’s been an effort. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve sat down at my computer to create what had become a weekly discipline for four years. How quickly one gets out of a routine when other things in life take precedence. But seriously, I have a good excuse. Many . . . → Read More: Effort