ll be on the way. What better excuse to grab a book, a chair and a warm, dry corner?
Best holiday news ever! Some sweet soul, who doesn’t know my track record for setting off the smoke alarm, has invited me to a Christmas cookie exchange. I love these things because, despite my love of holiday goodies, I tend to flag on the days of baking required to create all the exotic kinds I […]
I will reluctantly admit that October is gone. Now and only now will I say out loud the name of the next holiday — Thanksgiving. There.
I have been known to moan and sigh over my children being grown up and gone. I frequently think longingly of bygone days when they were little and the fun we had. It’s a classic case of selective memory.
I just read a press release on some brilliant, splendid students hereabouts who are doing a wonderful thing to help children far across the globe. It makes me proud to hear of such things and heartened that such gracious, caring youngsters are preparing to take over our world.
It appears I am a wanted felon. OK, not a felon, just a wanted infraction flaunter.
I know it would have hurt his feelings if I had laughed out loud. So I didn’t – but I wanted to.