Sporadically Yours 11/19/23 Sporadically Yours 11/19/23

A [Little] Big Ben

Excerpt: I enjoyed Big Ben each afternoon as it counted down my day; not so much in the morning. By midweek I knew I’d miss the chimes altogether once I was back at home in my own workspace. And I wondered if there was an app for that and if so, one without a subscription.

4/25/21 4/25/21

It's been a long time comin'

I don’t know who this has been harder on, big kids like me that want to see their parents or parents/grandparents that want to see their kids/grandchildren. I’ve been so happy for everyone that I’ve seen post a reunion and sad for everyone who won’t get one.

1/15/14 1/15/14

Whose Science Project Is It Anyway?

Many moons ago, I attended a private elementary school with kids who you'd imagine went on to attend and graduate from Ivy League schools. To say their science projects were nice would be an understatement. They made me want to crawl into the hole my project came out of...

9/18/13 9/18/13

Checkmate: Starving to win...

Today is day three of a mini blog challenge where the theme is "humorous". I'm always amazed at how long my husband and son can go without eating when I'm not cooking anything. So today I am sharing a short story about winning a very important game that I call "hold out".

6/26/13 6/26/13

What is Zip Lining?

That's the question I asked on Friday night when our friends told us what was planned for Saturday. We take turns planning the vacations; the non planners just pay and show up.

If I had known zip lining was on the menu I would have come prepared with a stomach virus.

6/3/13 6/3/13

Photo story: A day at the beach...

Guess who I met at the beach? It's a Here's the thing.... photo storytelling publication.

4/1/13 4/1/13

Old School Monopoly

3/3/13 3/3/13

Beaming with Pride...

2/6/13 2/6/13

Boogie Shoes...

11/8/12 11/8/12

Reach out and touch somebody...

I have always lived away from family. I suppose that is how I adjusted so well to being a military wife. Everywhere I went, I only missed my mom, dad and my brother....

9/6/12 9/6/12

Green Eggs & Tears...

One of the hardest things about having a miscarriage aside from the physical pain, was ‘untelling’ the good news. I called my parents first. I can’t even remember how the conversation went. But today I can still remember how daddy sounded. Mom put on her strong voice, daddy’s voice could not be disguised.

Read the happy ending...

9/2/12 9/2/12

The simple life...

As I wrote this post, I heard Stevie Wonder singing and playing the keyboards; the base rocking the house from daddy’s huge speakers. I smelled sandalwood incense burning. I heard my mom talking on the telephone, envisioning the coiled cord stretched across the kitchen. I heard kids playing outside. I smelled baking bread, and spaghetti sauce simmering...