And then something happened…I got old. Okay, not really old; but older. When? I can’t really say. I was too busy living to notice. Until recently, I was oblivious. Then, my husband turned fifty in January, and I am 18 months behind him. Our two sons are grown. One is married; the other in college.…
My title is written in jest. I am not really depressed. Not seriously anyway. Just maybe a little bit sad. Today was an emotional day for me. My youngest son, Jake, moved out. He’s a sophomore in college, but has been living at home attending Texas A&M in Galveston for the past 1 ½ years. …
Today was a wonderful day! I got to spend it doing something I love….cooking for my family. I just love to cook. Okay, let me be totally honest. I love to cook when I have an entire day to devote to it. I love going through my cookbooks, looking for some new recipe to try.…
“I’m busy.” “I’m tired.” “I’m stressed.” I wonder how many times I say those words each week. Probably more than I realize. Life has a way of wearing me down…..the demands of work, the house, kids, cooking, laundry, errands, bills…the list goes on and on. And at this time of year, that list gets even…
Written by a woman over 40 who knows….. When meeting her and her sister for the first time, do not ask: “So, who is the oldest?” While my sister would likely disagree with me, as she IS the older sister, and thus, this is a huge compliment for her, I must insist, this is definitely,…
My father was an interesting man: intelligent, well-read, a deep thinker, with a lot of ingenuity; someone who believed he could do almost anything. He was generous to a fault, and very forgiving. On the flip side, he was often arrogant and thought he was the expert on most subjects. You had better not disagree…
Because we’re all recovering from something.
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