Nan and I used to go to a little pizza place in the small town of Ceredo, West Virginia on our way home from school. … Read More ›
Month: November 2016
I grew up certain that groundhogs were as addicted to coffee as my mother. My father drove me to school every morning. This was partly … Read More ›
Growing up, the family pet was a dog that lived to be twenty-some years old. For each of those twenty-years, he kept a tradition of … Read More ›
Last week, I was able to visit Nan in her nursing home. Nan suffers from vascular dementia (along with an array of various ailments). This … Read More ›
I’ve perhaps been overly concerned in my life with expected etiquette…especially in the greeting of new neighbors (this one hits close to home (harhar) as … Read More ›
Mothers of toddlers know the real struggle of nap-time. My near-three year old will jump up and down on the bed with Olympic-worthy altitude. Any … Read More ›
In a month where turkeys are king, I’m still all about the chicken. Fortunately for this gal (who now dwells in the well-manicured land of … Read More ›
I can’t help but think of my Nan when the leaves begin to change. I wasn’t a school bus frequenter. After elementary school, I pretty … Read More ›
Recently we visited Hawesville, hometown of my husband and the annual Sorghum Festival… both are ridiculously charming and sweet. Inspired, I decided to bake … Read More ›