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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-3

My week oscillated between sad and glad.  As I watch the unfolding of the political climate around me, I feel sad because the energy is not giving way to productivity.  Instead, tweets mire me in insults and nastiness.  Sad!  Still, I am buoyed by thoughtful people reminding us that kindness, openness, and thoughtful discussion are our best weapons. I went to the movies because, well, because I was still Sad!  Next I remembered that soon I will have a whole week with CeCe’s kids while she goes on a cruise with her hubby.  Glad!

This weekend, I reminded myself that I have so many things for which to give thanks:

Some shameless self-promotion while I hobnob with award-winner, Tiffany.

Throw-Back Thursday: Lace Curtains

If you follow me on Twitter, you probably know that I am reading Another Way Home: The Tangled Roots of Race in One Chicago Family. I met the author, Ronne Hartfield, at the Writing Chicago Conference this summer. Her writing is poetic. Turns out she is, indeed, a poet, and a one-time memoirist.  I wish I didn’t have to wait until next month to meet her for lunch.  Our upbringing has so many commonalities. I love how she describes her dining room table and everyone coming together for dinner. However , this morning I read about her mother’s lace curtains. We had lace…

It’s time for Hilda’s Rhubarb Crunch Again

People seem to love it or hate it; or so I’m told.  But I say, don’t give rhubarb a raspberry, give it a try.

Summertime is a time when almost everyone thinks of simpler days gone by.  For me, that includes remembering the wonders of rhubarb.  As children, my sisters and I loved to rip a piece out of the ground and just chew on it raw.  No harm there.  An established rhubarb plant can take the tugging, and there’s a good dose of nutrition inside.   Raw rhubarb is a great source of Vitamin C, Vitamin K, Calcium, Potassium, Magnesium, and Manganese, as well as chock full of dietary fiber.  

Want to introduce some nostalgia into a summertime picnic?  Hilda’s rhubarb crunch is from the 1970s, and still gaining compliments.

Hilda’s Rhubarb Crunch

People seem to love it or hate it; or so I’m told.  But I say, don’t give rhubarb a raspberry, give it a try.

Summertime is a time when almost everyone thinks of simpler days gone by.  For me, that includes remembering the wonders of rhubarb.  As children, my sisters and I loved to rip a piece out of the ground and just chew on it raw.  No harm there.  An established rhubarb plant can take the tugging, and there’s a good dose of nutrition inside.   Raw rhubarb is a great source of Vitamin C, Vitamin K, Calcium, Potassium, Magnesium, and Manganese, as well as chock full of dietary fiber.  
Want to introduce some nostalgia into a summertime picnic?  Hilda’s rhubarb crunch is from the 1970s, and still gaining compliments.

Photo Friday: Yes, She is 85

A wonderful birthday present to me:  my children (and some grandchildren and nieces and nephews) prepared and served the meal for my mom’s birthday party. (She’s 85, not me.)  I wish I had pictures of my helpers and the food they prepared and served, and the boat-load of dishes they cleaned afterwards.  Alas, I left the photography to Loved One.  Oh my!  The food was gorgeous.  I was free to enjoy the company. This is Mom.  You’ve heard a lot about her over  at my other blog, Once a Little Girl.  Look at how vibrant she is.  You can see…

Hold Onto Your (Toilet) Seat. You’re in for the Ride of Your Life.

I saw this ad for toilets in one of my favorite magazines, WIRED.  I often clip articles from WIRED and send them to my children and grand-children, the old-fashioned way, tucked inside a note card with a few words from me about why I thought he or she might like the article. We all like to get mail.  Especially the mail that’s not in a window envelope, or mail addressed to Occupant.  I love this way of sending out “I’m thinking of you” messages.  I did make a slight modern adjustment:  my grandchildren cannot read cursive.  As one sweetheart explained…

Photo Friday: Upon These Rocks

Every summer for the past eight years, my grandchildren gift me with precious rocks It started when my oldest grandchild, Boo, was four.  Boo, Duckie, and I took a hike across the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes on Lake Michigan.  We thought the beach was just over the first dune, then it was the second dune.  For sure the beach must be beyond the third dune.  After that, it seemed better to move forward than to turn back.   Ah, what sweet relief after what seemed like a half a lifetime of walking, we reached flat land and the shoreline.  Still,…

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