My mother-in-law was the nicest person you’d ever want to meet
It’s a well-worn trope to bash your mother-in-law, but I can’t do that. My MIL was the nicest person on the face of the planet. Ask anyone who knew Diane. They’ll tell you. I’m...
Category: Blog
My blog was waylaid by a good book
Just a short post today. My plans for this week got waylaid by a good book. Don’t you just love when that happens? Babysitting doesn’t get in the way of me preparing my blog....
My roses need a fairy godmother with a green thumb
I am the kiss of death for indoor plants. I can kill cacti in a single week. Spider plants shudder at my approach. One plant I received as a gift didn’t stand a chance,...
This mother of the groom wants to brag
My son is getting married tomorrow, and I just want to brag a little. My mother-of-the-groom dress has pockets. I know, right? I can feel your envy from here. Picture it. The two lovebirds...
Anam cara, an ode to friendship
Anam Cara. Soul friend. It’s a term from the Gaelic, reserved for the person to whom you can reveal the hidden depths of your soul. Unlike a soul mate, a soul friend does have...
Hope springs eternal in Detroit
The Michigan Central Train Station, long a symbol of Detroit’s decay and ruin, has been restored to its original glory. It now stands as a sign of hope instead of despair in a city...
Trash rules! or How I got my children to take out the garbage without a squawk
Teaching my children about chores was one area of parenting where I received only passing grades. I was never forced to do chores when I was a child. I learned early that my mother...
Beware of live trash
There was a time when the boys were too young to tackle the chore of taking out the garbage, but like many young children, they were fascinated by the garbage process. They liked to...
Please don’t ask me what’s for dinner!
A recent post that rolled by on my Facebook news feed featured an interview with the one and only Aretha Franklin. The interviewer asked what she found most difficult during the course of an...
Who’s good enough for the good china?
When I was growing up, I was crazy about horses, an animal that a rare commodity on the southside of Chicago. I read every book about horses I could find in my library: Misty...
