It Started with a Dachshund Named Rudy

– my love for dogs, that is. My family moved from Northville to Stockbridge the same month I turned three years old. Needless to say, I don’t have too many ‘real’ memories of living in Northville. Actually, I can only think of three, and one of them is of petting a red dachshund named Rudy. … Continue reading It Started with a Dachshund Named Rudy →

Be Our Guest

I’m not a great hostess, but I try. My-other-half (MOH) is a great host, and since we are often hosting the same event, I sometimes get the credit, but I’m just riding on his coat tails. We both enjoy inviting people over, but I’m awkward where he is very comfortable. I’m not much of a … Continue reading Be Our Guest →

What’s in the Pan?

I got a new-ish sauce pan today and I'm ridiculously excited about it. If you know me, this is crazy talk. I don't really cook. I am very limited in culinary skills and repertoire. And although I suspect one of my family members is on a mission to own every kitchen gadget known to man, … Continue reading What’s in the Pan? →

Family Holiday Traditions

I tend to think of a tradition as something that people do periodically, at regular intervals. More specifically, annually. Perhaps that’s because many traditions are linked to things we do around the holidays which, generally, happen annually. But when I looked up the definition this morning, I found it to be a more sentimental, more … Continue reading Family Holiday Traditions →

I Wish to be a Willow Tree

I grew up under a willow tree, in a small town on a corner lot. Okay, there was a house too, but I loved that willow tree. It was part of my childhood home. I climbed it, daydreamed in it, and slept out overnight under its branches. It was the back stop of neighborhood softball … Continue reading I Wish to be a Willow Tree →