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Mom’s Homemade Bread
The summer sun beat upon my shoulders as my barefoot feet skipped along the hot sidewalk. Sticky jam clung to the thick slice of homemade bread smeared with peanut butter. Apricot was my favorite. Something about peanut butter and apricot jam makes a perfect sandwich. My mom always had homemade bread for us. It was our go to snack. If you ask her now, she would say it was what we could afford. But the memory of that summer day and that perfect sandwich still bring a smile to my face. About fifteen years ago I asked my mom to teach me her bread recipe. I wanted to pass the…
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Sick on vacation? Must haves to survive.
Aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents, all gathered into a spacious cabin to celebrate family. This was us a few years ago. My oldest brother was getting married and we had gathered to celebrate that and my parents 50th anniversary. We rented a large cabin and were having a good time. At the wedding the groom was a little under the weather. We joked that it was just cold feet. 24 hours later, no one was in a joking mood. Our best bet is that we had norovirus. That lovely virus that sweeps cruise ships and is passed easily, had struck our family down. There were puking kids and adults…
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Squinting- stop suffering needlessly
The other day as I drove home from volunteering at my son’s school, the sun was shining in just the right spot to blind me. It wasn’t glaring through the wind shield. It wasn’t quite shining through the side window. Instead, it was glinting somewhere in between and right into my eyes. As I drove along, alone with my thoughts for a rare few minutes, I squinted against the brightness. After some time, it dawned on me that there is a lovely invention called a visor. Reaching up, I flicked the visor down into place. As soon as the shade hit my eyes, I uttered an involuntary, audible sigh of…
