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
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
It took a colder turn in our temperature to get me moving, but I finally hauled out the Christmas decorations last week. Every flat surface and window sill is covered with holiday frivolity. Art work has been removed from the walls and replaced with Christmas scenes in needlepoint and wood. Christmas quilts have come out of hiding. Even door knobs got in the act. The tree anchors one corner of the living area and when the lights are on, the whole room glistens. What do your decorations say Continue Reading
But it’s a dry heat…
How many times have we been told “but it’s a dry heat” when we’ve heard about the triple digit temperatures of the desert southwest? As if that's supposed to make it less hot. But is it true? My friend Kathy and I have just returned from an eight day visit to Tucson, Arizona and during that time, they set a record high of 111 for the day after we got there, set a record for most number of days over 100 degrees, and welcomed the monsoon season that brought flash floods and gale-force Continue Reading
Can You Ever Go Home Again?
Can you go home again? What does that even mean to you? Would you want to return if you could? I think it all starts with how you define home. Is it the physical place where you live, or perhaps a social unit formed by a family living together? Maybe it’s your place or origin. If you said any of those, you are in line with the Merriam-Webster dictionary. I pose this question because this week, I am going home. As in my place of origin… sort of. My family moved frequently during the first Continue Reading