Years That Answer

Yes, I am SO tired.  Tired of all the nonsense we are required to experience, read about, listen to, and live through these days.  Tired of ...

I have a box filled with old recipes. Some typed, some painfully constructed in all caps on index cards of varying sizes. Others are xeroxed...

I have noticed a preponderance of snark on social media since the election. Perhaps you have, too? Snark is defined by my computer's dic...

My husband, T, had his autosomal DNA tested last May in hopes of finding out his heritage. This is a popular endeavor in the U.S. ri...

ANOTHER great thing about being retired (!) is that I do not have to wake up to the sound of a jarring alarm 5 mornings out of 7. In fact, t...

I just returned from a long weekend in California's wine country (Napa and Sonoma). T and I went with my brother (Big D) and his wife, V...

It is a woodturner’s dream down here in Florida. Piles of downed tree trunks and limbs have been hauled to the front ...

We are trying to get ready for this monster hurricane. Irma will find her way to Central Florida on Sunday. We are trying to prepare both ph...

The last Grandma story (for now): Grandma was a fundamentalist Protestant and a Pentecostal charismatic who talked in tongues when the spi...

--This treasure is a letter from my Tennessee grandmother (1905-2000) to my daughter, written in February 1981, for the occasion of...