Junk Drawer – Oh How I Miss You

I have a list of things that I am going to do/have if my husband ever leaves me. Keeping a drawer full of junk is pretty high on that list. You see, when we moved to a new home three and a half years ago, my husband decided we would give up having a junk … Continue reading Junk Drawer – Oh How I Miss You →

Minimalism – My Journey Begins

I don’t like to get too far into a new concept/religion or declare myself a supporter of a cause without looking at the true definition or meaning behind it. When I was asking my friend, Google, about minimalism this morning, both Google and Merriam Webster kept wanting to tell me about art. Not my favorite … Continue reading Minimalism – My Journey Begins →

New Year’s Resolutions (NYR)

“I hate New Year’s resolutions,” a friend said to me. “Just another promise to myself that I won’t keep. Another way to let myself down.” I found that interesting. I don’t think of resolutions that way – as a pass or fail endeavor. Oh sure, who hasn’t said, I’m going to lose 15 lbs. this … Continue reading New Year’s Resolutions (NYR) →

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 →

The Dog on the Porch

So last Sunday on our way to our favorite breakfast diner, my other half (MOH) took a “short-cut” down a side street we wouldn’t normally take on our way into town. It was a very cold and drizzly morning and I caught a brief glimpse of a dog on a porch. Well, it wasn’t really … Continue reading The Dog on the Porch →

These Dreams

“You are the architect of your dreams.” An interesting quote. True? I’ve pondered it. Perhaps more than the average person. Certainly more than my husband who claims he doesn’t dream. I dream A LOT, and I like to recount them immediately upon waking. I find dreams incredibly interesting. In the best of times, my husband … Continue reading These Dreams →

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 →