Well, it finally happened. It took 20 months and 16 days, but — brace yourself — I finally got my first disparaging review. It was bound to happen at some point. I felt I would have vast humility when it happened, but it was more of a stomp around the kitchen. Don’t get me wrong,…
“I am, when necessary, not above reproach for immoral behavior.” Ah, February. The month of love. I visited (shall not be named) a craft store right after Christmas only to be confronted with all things hearts, red and pink. Entire rows and sections. I wondered why I couldn’t relish Christmas at least until New Year’s,…
Ah, December. The month where calories do not count, stretchy pants are bought in a three-pack, and shopping local and supporting small businesses is the best gift to every entrepreneur. Extra liquor is in the pantry for all things boozy– hot apple cider with bourbon, coffee martinis, and homemade baileys. The house is decorated, wood…
When I think about a handyman, “versatile” comes to mind. They are the guys with ample tools, know a little of everything, and can tinker, putz and fix the odds and sods of homesteading with the proverbial butt crack for all to see. When I left teaching, and The Virginia May was coming to fruition,…
The first time I flew on an airplane, I was in the 12th grade– a mere child of 17. My middle brother had betrothed himself to an American gal from Bay Village, Ohio, and the wedding was to take place in the good ol’ USA. This wasn’t a royal scandal, and there were plenty of…
I remember my mom telling me as I got older time would speed up. As a petulant teenager, becoming an adult could not come fast enough. Oh, the freedom I would have! I would live my life as a free spirit and live happily ever after. Now? I just want time to slow down. ……
When I was a young girl, old age and retirement were light years away. As a northerner from the motherland of Canada, I spent my early life out in the country in a small farming community called Stony Plain, in the north central part of the province of Alberta. I had the perfect feral, Gen…
Coming from the Motherland of Canada, this northerner was super pumped for Texas gardening. Dreams of southern peppers, okra and watermelon danced like the Sugar Plum fairy in my head. You see, from where I come from, we have a very short gardening season. We Canadians would rush out to the greenhouses at the end…
From Maple Syrup to Corn Bread, it’s no secret that the USA shares a warm friendship with Canada, and who doesn’t love a good Canadian amidst the diversity of personalities that make up Texas? You can’t miss them– they are the ones that wear shorts and flip flops for 12 months of the year, or…