
For the love of pumpkins
“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven). “Why?” he asks, …
“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven). “Why?” he asks, …
Yes, I really fell down on my wedding day. No, this photo wasn’t staged. If you follow the traditional wedding anniversary calendar, …
One whiff of cinnamon pine cones and I am ready for Christmas! July 3, 2014 When Mr. T said “You should save …
Puttering around my front yard tomato pots, I heard Mr. T turn the corner and holler something like, “You’re going to like …
Image from 24 Hours of Happy. He snoozed his loud alarm twice. Then he flopped over on my stomach. Then he took …
For once, an ultimatum worked. I told T: “If the tree doesn’t come down today, I’m going to leave it up all …
I’m tired of being a good little worker bee. Free stock image. It occurred to me earlier this week that I have …
“Do you need to be smashed and tickled?” Mr. T asked. “Yes!” I replied without thinking, although I tried to amend with, …
Hers and his. Christmas in the foreground and T’s audio project to the back. Last week I wrote this sweet and naive …
So what if I found the actual 7-month old Little Debbie box in the laundry room? It doesn’t surprise you that we …