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Long before the days of social media and acronymns, the theory of YOLO was alive and well in Gordy's house.  It was usually the reason g...

I am 61 years old and realize that I am bordering on obnoxious, as I continue to talk about my Dad.  I have always talked about him, but now...

It is 3:50am and I am awake, thinking of all the reasons that I cannot sleep until Catie is home and safe.  Yes, I have heard her tell me...

A few weeks ago, I happened to glance up at the TV and a show called Extreme Couponing caught my attention.  At first, I thought it was ...

Still fighting off what is hopefully my last cold this winter, I put off leaving the house today until 2pm.  I hadn't looked at the ...

When Catie and I went shopping on Saturday, it was the last errand of the day and it seemed as if Walmart would be the death of me.  I...

Yes, it is 4:10am and as I lay in that land of barely asleep, Andy came down for the 31st time and although he was attempting to be quiet....

 The photo above caught my eye because I was sure if someone took a photo of my heart, this would be it.  I was leaping into the air, ste...

I try to only blog about the positive things in life.  There is enough drama and sorrow everywhere else.  We are about to embark on a miracl...

Every time I hear people rave about exotic vacations, cross country road trips or dream of a retirement filled with travel, I shudder, think...

It is truly Spring when I think about freshly turned earth, ready for neat little rows of eggplant, zucchini, green pepper and tomato pla...

As self confessed Dr Phil fan, I think sometimes the man just says something brilliant.  On a regular basis he reminds us that "It ta...

It has been a year since I last posted here.  I sat yesterday reading back over the postings that began in 2006 and am so grateful for this ...

Recently in the news the Battle Hymn of a Tiger Mom, by Amy Chau has caused much controversy. After the first few interviews that discussed...

14 year old girls with freshly scrubbed faces wore simple tennis shoes,  pink or blue pedal pushers and blouses with splashes of 1960's ...

I have to admit that starting projects is much preferred to finishing them.  My knit basket will rat me out if I don't admit it, as will...

I miss my Dad today.  I miss him every day.  I have written here many times about how he influenced my life.    It has been 20 years since ...

39 years ago on June 18, 1971 we were crazy kids and we got married.  We were 17 and 18 and had nothing but an old Mustang and a few hu...

I never considered myself creative in the least.  During art class in elementary school, I would envy those little girls who could take a cr...

Today was one of those days when I missed my Dad, but was so glad I can still hear his voice whenever I get in trouble.  I was driving home ...