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3,675 Miles

It is 3,675 miles from my front porch to Hamm, Germany, plus or minus a mile or two, to the exact location where my son Jack is at this very moment. Here is what I received via text this morning: Let me explain: On Christmas night we packed Jack for the trip to visit friends in Hamm, Germany.  Jack has remained close to the students that visited us here in October of 2016.  What a wonderful experience for Jack, Caroline…

Are you worthy?

I am not referring to being worthy of a kidney so just hear me out…. Recently a group of friends and I were discussing some of our favorite snacks and foods that we cherish and protect- from arguably unworthy food thieves and takers of private treats. I cannot totally recall how the conversation came about amidst the roar of laughter transpiring at the time. Interestingly enough, we all confessed to hiding “treats” from our loved ones, friends, roommates and office…

Is hindsight really 20/20?

This week has been filled with the influences and impacts of my interactions with people. Over the weekend, we had a Memorial Day picnic.  Our home was full of family and friends.  Additional interactions this week came from people living life and struggling through the day to day just like me.  Sprinkled in amongst these conversations, I repeatedly heard the phrase, "well, you know, hindsight being 20/20". Is hindsight really 20/20 and if it is, would we do things differently?…

The baking struggle continues…

This past weekend, Chip and I ventured to Vermont to take a baking class at the King Arthur Baking School. The topic was A Flair for Éclairs and here is the description: Norwich, Vermont Do you crave these tender treats? They’re easier than you think to make! We’ll guide you through making the pastries, along with some fresh fillings and toppings to update the classic version. Ok while these Vermonters are very kind and seemingly peaceful people, their home court…

A very special recipe.

It has been just about 30 years since Chip and I shared our first dinner together in our first apartment. The apartment was very small and if you crinked your neck way to the right, you could see the Catskill Mountains around the transformer. The furniture was all hand me down from dead relatives and siblings now married and needing space for a new baby.  My mother went to garage sales to get dishes and pots and pans.  It was…