I lug heavy cast iron skillets to the wash station across from our campsite and grouch. Grumble, gripe, grouch. I pass my husband and boys playing cornhole. I could ask them to help but I would rather play the martyr, sigh, and grouch my grouchy hands into the soapy water to scrub bacon grease off […]
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My table is perfect. The tablecloth with the turkeys on the edges. Candles. Our finest dishes. And then- I carefully place my favorite little plaster “Give Thanks” pumpkin with the painted green ivy leaves in the center of the table. Five minutes till our guests arrive- and counting. My dad stands at the counter slicing
It’s a long line at Panera. I glance up at the menu. Ah- there it is. The Strawberry Poppyseed & Chicken salad. I can taste it already. I was ordering two to go. One for me, and one for my friend Kristin who had graciously let my son play with her son for 3 days
“Come, quickly!” I follow my mother-in-law out her back door in Wisconsin to a neighboring patio. On a table sits a cactus, bursting with glorious light pink blooms. “It only blooms for one day,” she explains. “How incredible that we happened to be here for this one day!” I peer into the delicate centers framed with