I stood in the rain, my frustration mounting. I muttered to myself as horns honked and strangers offered advice. I gave the stroller a hard kick. It was another episode of, Grandma vs. Stroller. When my kids were little there was only one kind of stroller. It had a metal frame and a plastic … Continue reading Grandma v. Stroller
I love hot air balloons. Their beautiful colors stand out brightly against a dark morning sky. The silence as they glide along, broken by the intermittent bursts of gas and flame that keep them afloat. They are relaxing to watch, and thrilling to ride. I never miss a chance to experience the excitement of … Continue reading My Flight Certificate
My kitchen stove doesn’t like me. I had high hopes and great expectations when the two of us met, but that was before the bullying began. I purchased a home that is equipped with the range of my dreams. It is a spectacular Wolf brand, professional grade cooktop and oven. It is said to be … Continue reading Wolf
My Pinterest board reveals a secret about me. There are two pins about food, six about writing and 125 about packing light. I clearly spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking, researching and fantasizing about what to pack for a trip. I’ve downloaded e-books, read hundreds of blogs and watched videos. I attended a five … Continue reading Traveling Light
Beautiful new business cards for my blog had arrived, just in time for an upcoming conference. I promised myself I would hand out at least one, every day. That shouldn’t be too tough, even for an introvert like me. Yet somehow I failed. Miserably. I was attending The Crochet Guild of America’s yearly convention. … Continue reading Can I Give You My Card?
There are times that I question my intelligence. If I had said yes, I could have saved myself hundreds of hours of work. Hours spend peering through a magnifying glass trying to thread a needle. Hours spent cutting out microscopic pieces of felt, and sewing on tiny little sequins and teeny beads. What the heck … Continue reading The Stocking Queen
The smell of beer, mixed with vomit and urine, permeated the air. I stepped gingerly around puddles, of who knows what, pooling on the ground. I wished that my toes were covered. Yuck. Women all around me were lifting their shirts and showing their breasts, in exchange for worthless beads. I was drinking a foot … Continue reading St. Patrick’s in New Orleans