#Stronger Than the Cookie~ The Journey Continues

I had my last home made or store bought cookie on June 16th and life hasn’t been the same since. IS it a permanent break or a temporary separation? Only time will tell.

Unexpected Blessings ~ Part II

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND There have been many times in my life when my default mode has been “Out of sight, out of mind.” When I transferred from public school to boarding school the beginning of 7th grade, it didn’t occur to me to let any of my classmates know, except my bestContinue reading “Unexpected Blessings ~ Part II”

Last Call for Alcohol (Jack, Maggie and Alcohol)

One of my favorite childhood memories, in terms of my dad’s drinking, (yes I know how strange that may sound) was the sense of celebration when he got home. After the opening of the suitcases and the giving of presents was done and supper was started, he would go to the neighbors and invite themContinue reading “Last Call for Alcohol (Jack, Maggie and Alcohol)”

Last Call for Alcohol (Jack, Maggie and Alcohol)

One of my favorite childhood memories, in terms of my dad’s drinking, (yes I know how strange that may sound) was the sense of celebration when he got home. After the opening of the suitcases and the giving of presents was done and supper was started, he would go to the neighbors and invite themContinue reading “Last Call for Alcohol (Jack, Maggie and Alcohol)”

Birthday Blessings

I am a “Baby Boomer” and recently celebrated a significant birthday. Although I have not been greatly concerned about my age through the years (there are a few exceptions that follow), I admit I have been dreading this particular number. You can say, “It is just a number,” that is what my doctor said. IContinue reading “Birthday Blessings”

On Languages, Accents and Being Home

I am from a small town just southwest of Cape Cod; On our end, the Cape Cod Canal begins in the waters of Buzzards Bay, just outside of Onset Bay. My husband says that people here “talk funny” but that is because I don’t have an accent, not a discernable one anyway. My mother wouldn’tContinue reading “On Languages, Accents and Being Home”

A Slice of Pizza and a Slice of Life: A Union Villa Story

A little over two years ago, when I was in the middle of a December baking frenzy, I went to the local grocery store to replenish my supply of flour, sugar and butter. When I got my change from the cashier, it included a red quarter. She said, “I’ve never seen a red quarter before.”Continue reading “A Slice of Pizza and a Slice of Life: A Union Villa Story”