Vicky the Northern Chicky
I’ve been dragging my feet lately regarding our move to either the Cape or Myrtle Beach. And the reason is the weather. Putting aside the slight drought, it’s been gorgeous just about every single day. Closing your eyes and sipping a cool drink is
Just like most girls, I have toys. And my favorite toy is, admittedly, on the smallish side - but boy, when it gets going - it’s insanely hot and I could play with it all night if I could. Yep, I’m the proud owner of a Benzomatic Butane Torch.
This morning was a “double scoop of vanilla ice cream in my bowl of coffee” type of morning. It’s Memorial Day weekend, it’s gorgeous out, and all five of my daughters are sleeping in late. The pool, which I originally did not plan on opening, i
I am a LOVER of surprises… What I am NOT a lover of, is coming home and discovering a white floor covering in my 6 and 8 year old daughters bedroom. Especially when this white floor covering is actually an eight foot by five foot, white alpaca f
During storms I like to light candles. And turn off all the lights. And enjoy feeling the raw power of Mother Nature envelope me - filling my senses. My five girls sit by the windows, watching and waiting. Watching the raindrops plunge heavily dow
Sssshhhh…. There is an old man who lives in the wide expanse of woods behind my house. He committed a hideous crime - it was so bad, I can’t even describe it - and was sent to prison. Life sentences - nine of them. He was a very clever, very shr
“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” ~Elizabeth Stone First of All…HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!! Warm hugs and kisses to all you ladies whose hearts li
I am NOT very pleased with the person who taught my youngest to jimmy locked doors. I am particularly perturbed at that person when I’m in the shower and I never hear the door open - just the whoosh of my pink-on-pink shower curtain before the ic
I am NOT very pleased with the person who taught my youngest to jimmy locked doors. I am particularly perturbed at that person when I’m in the shower and I never hear the door open - just the whoosh of my pink-on-pink shower curtain before the icy breeze grabs at my exposed body parts (for some reason, I can never remember to turn on the heating lamps). “Whatcha doin’, Mommy? Can you make me some more chocolate milk?” My three year old’s big blue eyes blink as if she thinks I really am doing nothing. “I will do it as soon as I get out of the shower, OK Fluffy-Butt?” She shuffles out, and, as always, leaves the door ajar.
In the scorching heat of the European summer afternoons, after the rain sprinkles it’s last luminous drops of refreshing water, the young people in Poland (at least in the mountain village my mother’s family lives in), grab their baskets and quickly make their way into the woods. To “gather mushrooms”.
At least that’s what they tell their parents…
