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Drowning in a river of cheese.

Yes, that is correct. I am drowning in river of cheese. My house is quiet. Amelia left yesterday morning.  We packed her up for food and supplies and off she went. She is looking more and more like an adult each time she is home. We will be going to Rochester to see her for “Skates” senior hockey game in February. Jack is at Albany airport as we speak. I must have appeared slightly deranged after he went through security.…

Marshmallow Snowman In A Red Mug Of Cocoa.

Holiday Wishes.

I love Christmas. We are just five short days away from the most magical day of the year. As the 25th draws near, my melancholy mood increases. Each year I go through this, and each year Chip reminds me to enjoy every single moment of it. I know, I know. I never want this season to end. I love the smell of the four, yes four live trees in the house. (I just added a fresh tree to the bathroom.…

Inspirational Beach Scene With Typographic Quote

A chain of events teaching life lessons.

So often, a series of events occurs that causes us to pause. This past month, these events presented themselves to me with a one-two-three punch. I’d like to share these with you and perhaps impart some unsolicited wisdom. My 81 year old mother. Last month my mother took a terrible spill at home. At some point during the early afternoon, she fell in the kitchen. She cut her head terribly and by most accounts had laid there for hours. Upon…

Tomorrow is my birthday.

Seriously you ask, you’re telling us it’s your birthday. Yes. I. Am. Why? Because a birthday is a wonderful thing. A celebration of another year of life with family and friends, receiving wishes for the same in the upcoming year. So many people, ladies, especially us, dread the birthday. Ah, the years ticking by…yada, yada, yada. Not me. I am proud to roar out “I am 57 years old”! Aging is a gift that sadly so many do not receive.…

Does time and distance improve your perspective?

No. Not when it comes to your children. It has been 19 days, 5 hours, and 39 minutes (at the time of this post) since we left Jack in Tuscaloosa, Alabama for his sophomore year at the University of Alabama. You would think this time would have been easier, but it wasn’t. It took me this long to write about it. The trip was long yet uneventful. We arrived at Jack’s apartment complex for move in. The apartment complex that…