I went out for my third Mom’s Day Weekend at Purdue, and what a weekend it has turned out to be. Purdue won their basketball game, and they are headed to the final on Monday night! It was a madhouse here last night. Poor Tyler having to manage his mother in all of it. 🙂 Needless to say, I retired shortly after the game with my travel companion…
A couple of weeks ago, I had lunch with a dear friend. She reached out to me in an email and asked if I wanted to have lunch with her…at her house. She wrote, “I know it’s old fashioned and not very fancy, but my hearing is getting quite bad, and it’s easier for me in a home setting.” That sounded lovely to me. When I walked through…
If you are a mom, I am sure you have one. The picture that captures a moment in time when you are revealed. “I am dead inside from nurturing these children.” If you have been there, you get it. If you are in it, we get it, and we are here to tell you you will get out of it. If you haven’t yet gotten there–you don’t understand,…
Yikes! It’s cold! (Finally) Ooh, did I say that too loud? I hate the cold, but at the same time, we needed it here in the Northeast. It was time for the ground to freeze, the ticks to die, and the ski slopes to fully open. And I have kept walking every day, working out, fiercely getting my work done, and eating things like mac and cheese, chocolate cake,…
Today is the day I turn 49 years old. It’s going to be a great day! By the time many of you read this, I will have gone for a walk and plunged into my pool with my crazy plunger friends to celebrate the winter solstice. This will be chased with a hot cup of coffee to take the chill off and maybe a piece of chocolate, too!…
“1-2-3, 4-5-6, 7-8-9, 10-11-12 ladybugs, at the ladybug picnic.” Are there any Sesame Street people out there? I grew up on it. Every morning after breakfast, my sisters and I would tune in while my mother got things in order for the day. At the oddest times, it comes back to me. Something triggers a memory. Like today, Sesame Street poked me, and coming out of its long…
Thankful is a choice. Daily. With every moment. It’s a practice. This article is not about Thanksgiving Day but rather every day. It’s about the big things, like a new baby, a job promotion, and a new love. They are so easy to be thankful for. It is the little things, though, that get overlooked and are rarely appreciated that should be celebrated. A hot cup of…
Things on my mind… It’s here, the end of summer, finally on October 29th. I put my flowers to bed for the season yesterday, just in time for the cold, wet weather to arrive this morning. Fall is here in the Northeast. I cut every possible flower I could find in my garden that still had vitality. Now, I have beautiful bouquets all over my house, big vases,…
I love the smell of manure. I don’t get to smell it every day like I used to. Friday, when I was walking to the post office, I was caught off guard a bit by the familiar smell that wafted into my nasal cavity. It was like an old friend. But where was it coming from? It is not a typical smell in the village of Greenwich. It…
Ever seen one of these? I would be shocked if you hadn’t. They are a staple on our farm– a calling card. The yellow Genex Breeding Card. Never throw one out. It might have a valuable piece of information on it, scrawled in hen scratch, smeared with grease and oil–even an occasional splat of manure. On my home farm, my uncle was famous for using brown paper towels as…
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