Thanksgiving
There isn’t anything more that I want, than what I have tonight. All chairs filled around the table, all voices going at once. All my babies yet,  grown people with their own visions of their own lives. They are only lent to me, to coddle and carry during their baby years, they taught me about the biggest love of all, that washes away moonlight and rapture (thoug

Moms Go Where Angels Fear to Tread by Joan Wester Anderson
I first read Joan Wester Anderson’s work back in the early 1990’s when I found her first angel book, “Where Angels Walk”. Her writing is clear, engaging, and her stories are riveting. Fourteen more angel books have followed through the years, and my family’s bookshelf holds them all. The books are beloved by all of us, and the stories have been the subject of late night conversations amongst the children for years.

Grimm’s
When I was a very little girl, I took control of my fate, and cried my way into first grade. You see, I was very attached to my older sister, Maria, and she turned six and was packed off to first grade at Wurtsmith Elementary School, the Department of Defense School at Clark Air Force Base in Pampanga, in the Philippines. At the time we were living in a  bungalow off base. There is a Halloween video from that era, that shows uniformed skirts chasing a mo

Tonight’s Dinner Adventure
Life is a river of experiences. As we sail down the river, we encounter adventures. For me, so many things are adventures. Take cooking for instance. Far from a necessary task, cooking is alchemy, cooking is magic. The kitchen is a place of enchantment. I don’t have a big or beautiful kitchen. But to me, it is perfect. I love it best in the cold weather when it is so cozy and filled with light. A few days ago, dear blog readers, my college kids went to Garba night, an

I let them draw on the walls…
I let the kids draw on the walls in their territory. This is their house, after all, and life’s to short too run around trying to keep everything perfect. I love creativity and love the surprises I find. Like this one next to the upstairs mysterious closet that is too small to be practical and too deep to be easy. I think it was an old dumbwaiter. Now it is a catch-all. But, before you open it, you have this friendly greeting! In the little sun room, which has served as a tiny gue