I know that I’ve been posting “Celebration” posts on Sundays, but sometimes there’s a good reason to switch it up. A best friend is a good reason. Today, my bestie has a birthday. I’d tell you how old she’s turning, but it’s impolite to discuss a lady’s age. I met Gina when we were 19. … Continue reading »
My mother used to make the most amazing cream of broccoli soup. Everyone loved it. Except those that didn’t like broccoli soup, I suppose. But a nice bowl of thick creamy broccoli soup, topped with cheese and salt and pepper… mmm! I have wanted to try to make mom’s broccoli soup for years, but have … Continue reading »
I love the chance to snoop without repercussions. Don’t you? Today, you get to snoop in my medicine cabinet. Heck, I’ll even give you a tour. Behold, the medicine cabinet of a girl living alone: Yes, this cabinet is not the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. It needs some new paint, and, well, it needs … Continue reading »
Every January 13, for the last four years, I set aside time to remember. I buy flowers, one for each of my immediate family members, look for open water in or leading into Lake Huron, then I trek out to somewhere cold and snowy to toss the flowers into the water, just like my siblings … Continue reading »
The A&W sign was referring to the Mama Burger, of course, but I thought it appropriate that I would see this message in lights today, January 13th, the day when I remember just how much I still (and always will) love my Mama. Three years ago this morning, my amazing mother left this world for … Continue reading »
She’s all around me. Everywhere I look in my apartment, I see something that reminds me of her. The curtains she made hang on my big dining room window, the matching throw pillows on the couch that was hers, which sits behind the coffee table I bought her at Ikea, on which rests one of … Continue reading »
I ran into a guy I went to grade school and high school with at a bar tonight. We’ve been living and working in the same area for a couple years now, seeing each other occasionally but never talking, and tonight he finally got up the nerve to talk to me. In grade school, we … Continue reading »
Some days should be forever etched in your memory. Other days you remember and you wish you didn
Last night I went to an evening of one-act plays at the high school I went to. Walking through those front doors always evokes a trip down ye olde Memory Lane. After all, I walked through them every day for eight months out of every year for five years (no, not weekends)(and yes, I was … Continue reading »
