I bake. As with most things, I’ve tried to figure this out. Why do I bake? I’m not domestic, per se. I don’t pride myself on being a perfect wife or an adoring mother. I don’t bake cookies with my kids, I don’t mess up the kitchen and just have crazy fun making all kinds…
Compare where you are to where you want to be and you’ll get…nowhere. Songs often speak to a piece of my life or where I’m at for a time. This is one of those songs. She’s such a talent and this is a great live performance. Happy Friday. Enjoy. That’s all from the laundry room.…
Why am I writing another blog post when I should be writing a book? Why when I swipe my credit card at the gas station does it stop before my tank is full, even though I entered my zip code like a good lemming? Why do people have children and then ignore them? Why, even…
You know that scene in A Few Good Men when Jack Nicholson says, “You can’t handle the truth!”? I know he turned out to be a maniacal nut bag, but that line sticks with me. Most of the time I disagree with Jack. Our government is too complicated and what are we really building in…
I live in the United States of American. Today is Election Day for us. We are a fairly educated country. There are all kinds of outreach programs and initiatives to inform voters about the candidates, the issues. If all that doesn’t work, the ad campaigns, commercials and celebrity endorsements should do the trick, right? And…
Today I realized I’ve been a fool. It’s no one’s fault and I take full responsibility, but that doesn’t change the foolishness. I’ve been here before, but it’s been a long time, and this one was a long drawn out doozie. I have never mastered the art of hiding or pretending to be something else,…
Sundays are Pancake Sunday at our house. It’s really the only day I cook and I’m working on mastering the art of the pancake. We’ve had blueberry pancakes, regular pancakes and this Sunday…buttermilk pancakes. Pancakes are really quite simple, but you need to stick with a basic recipe and don’t mess with it too much.…
Lots of people write, or want to write or try to write. When I used to sit in conference rooms, bored out of my mind, I’d pretend to write, but I guess that’s different. Writing is one of those things that does not necessarily have to be creative. We all do it in some…
I will miss the rain when I’ve passed on… When I’ve died, gone to the other side, whatever happens when I’m no longer living in my body, I will miss the rain. I’m not sure when I started thinking this way. At some point I began realizing that I would not be here forever…