Her hopes were crushed, just like the eggshells strewn across the kitchen floor. Wearily she mopped up the slimy mess with the last roll of paper towels, tears dripping off her chin. How could it have happened so quickly, she wondered to herself,
If you by chance, you find yourself in a completely empty parking lot, who’s to say that cutting cookies is a bad thing — I learned how to do that under my father’s instruction!
Because Thanksgiving is this week!
Kelly carving the Thanksgiving turkey, about 1995, note the holiday dishes. I worked hard selling Tupperware to get those dishes as a sales bonus. We still use them thirty-some years later. The turkey looks good, too!
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love that it is all about gratitude and family. The other thing I love about Thanksgiving is that it’s not commercialized. It’s about food, family, and fun, and being grateful. (And yes, I do insist we go around the table and share something we’re thankful for, but not before we start eating!) I love to have my family get together, to laugh, to talk, and to eat. A bonus of being an empty nester is that now when they come for Thanksgiving dinner, they come bearing side dishes, or they even cook the turkey, or they host the dinner. (In fact, I haven’t cooked the Thanksgiving Turkey in years, thanks…
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November 9, 2018 will mark fourteen years since I lost Kelly. This is what I wrote yesterday. Today is a better day, but the questions still remain. Reflections of Widowhood after 14 Years November 7, 2018 Sometimes what is in your heart precludes being productive and getting things done. The last few days have been … Continue reading Reflections of Widowhood
Pirates had swords. I like swords. I like books and movies with swords and pirates.
I’ve added an update to this post.
April is National Poetry Month, and I’ve joined a poetry challenge, which is to write a poem a day for thirty days using a different poetry form each day. If you would like to follow along (or join the challenge), this is where the poem prompts originate: Stephanie Says So.
Update: It’s just a year ago that I made the decision to turn around, and then not go on to Idaho to see my folks. I’ve come to terms (most days) with the regret I felt. I can’t believe it’s been almost a full year since Dad died. I miss him so much. I’m glad for the time I was able to spend with him. And, I’ve been doing my best to spend time with Mom, while she’s still here. Treasure the time you have. You never know when it will be taken from you.
Day 24 —…
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Instead of continuing to loathe my body. I have come to terms with and be at peace (most of the time) about my physical size and shape — in the process, I’ve been able to let go of the shame too. In a paradoxical turn of events, accepting myself where I was at was a key step for making changes that have led to a healthier, happier me.
I first became acquainted with this piece when I watched the movie Dead Poets Society, and one of the boys quotes it to a girl to impress her, and of course, she swoons. I mean who wouldn't, it's a poem praising beauty — and oh so elegantly
In ONE WEEKEND the floor went in, the cupboards went it, nearly all of the plumbing went in, and my son figured out the electrical for it all. I came up with the layout that takes advantage of the cupboards we had to work with and all of the elements so it works together. And there are plenty of places to put a trash can just in case you were wondering.
Powder rooms, unlike powder baths, are charming, which is why The Book Nook Inn's bathroom door is labeled, Powder Room — because a room that features butterflies simply has to be charming. Right?