When I am reunited with my father in heaven, one of the the first questions I’m going to ask is this: Why the heck did you get me a pair of used, brown hockey skates when I was twelve? Frankly, I know the answer. It was the only pair of skates K&L had in my size. Every small town had a store like K&L. Diamonds in the front that morphed into trophies and engraving in the middle of the store that spilled into cleats and the ball of the season in the back. And a few odd pairs of ice Continue Reading
Bed Skirts: truly a first world problem
It’s been a tough couple of weeks as a Michigan State University supporter, there’s no question about that. But I can’t write about that… yet. Instead, I’ve finally made a decision that’s been weighing on my mind, every single week. My bed skirt has got to go. For years, I’ve been a slave to a color coordinated, neatly pressed, box-pleated bed skirt. And for years, I’ve been adjusting, untucking and rearranging it every time I change my bed. I know. Truly a first world problem. Actually, I Continue Reading
Attributes of a Pioneer Woman
When many of us hear the term 'pioneer woman', we think of a popular cooking show on The Food Network. This is about the true pioneer women, from the 1800's and early 1900's. How would you measure up to the task? In April, 1903, Carrie Gladys Thomson, age 7, her mother and other members of the family boarded the train from Wisconsin to North Dakota. Her father had gone out several weeks earlier to claim their new land and begin the homestead. He was lured by the great harvest fields and was Continue Reading
2018: Year of the …
I am declaring 2018 as the Year of the Kitchen Gadget. And that’s not just because I received a spiralizer as a Christmas gift. I’ve also decided that The Food Network and HGTV are in cahoots and America’s need for a pantry in every kitchen is a result of our obsession with kitchen gadgets from garlic roasters to smoking guns to this year’s favorite, the Insta-pot. My mother was a fairly average cook and our pantry-less kitchen in our 1930’s bungalow was perhaps a bit larger than others. Continue Reading