Home from college for the weekend, Josie begged me to help her get into the book her English class was discussing.
For a month, now, we’ve run a request for recipes from our readers to be used in the next Farm and Dairy cookbook.
On mornings when I’m not working away from home, around 7:50, our dog Lydia begins her bark that usually announces just about anything that moves in our vicinity.
mages of Hurricane Katrina’s destruction blast from our televisions pierced us with secondhand sorrow.
No matter how much we plan ahead at our house, it seems those plans always change. I choke back some frustration, let the rest of it torture the eardrums of my family in heated words, and tell myself to stay flexible.
Driving home after a day at work can get to the best of us. With hectic schedules and multi-tasked minds, it’s hard to avoid road rage as we hustle around each other.
Even this summer we felt under the gun with places to be. “What time do you have to be at practice, Kathie?” I asked as I tried to gauge what I might do in the next hour.
I raised my aching body from the wooden planked bleacher seat that I’d become fused to. I should have taken more stand-up-and-stretch breaks between heats.
Trying to go from breakfast all the way until supper, I’m
reminded, again how much better off I’d be “grazing” through the day with several light meals and snacks rather than two bigger meals.
One Saturday when my brother could lend me his help and his pick-up bed, I finally brought home the three-seater swing complete with awning in a color scheme I could live with (no large patterns with flowers or leaves), that I’d purchased weeks ago at a summer clearance price.