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  • Tuesday, June 20, 2017 10:38 AM
    They were splashing in the waist-high water of the lake, boisterous and loud. Three boys on either side of about 10 years old, if my estimate was accurate. I sat on the dock, observing from a distance. 
    The sun shone from behind a splattering of light cloud cover in the otherwise blue sky. The wind blew steadily, stronger than usual, cooling the warm summer air, causing
  • Tuesday, June 13, 2017 12:15 PM
    I’ve always been a saucy type. It probably started with ketchup, my first encounter with sauce when I was just a tiny “Tater Tot” of a girl. Almost everyone has some sort of experience with ketchup. Many of us have a long-term ongoing relationship and find it hard to imagine life without ketchup. My husband is a spreader. I am a dipper.
    What started with ketchup grew and expanded to various flavors and varieties of thickened liquids called by different names – condiments, gravies, dips, salsas, dressings, syrups, pestos and Alfredos – but at their essence each one a sauce of some sort.
    Savory or sweet, thick or thin, white or red, cheesy or creamy, hot or cold, I 
  • Tuesday, June 6, 2017 12:04 PM
    I pull the dandelions out of the garden, without consciousness or appreciation of their sunny yellow dispositions. They are weeds, after all. Gardeners think nothing of pulling weeds in order to make room for the non-weedy, desirable plants.
    But who decides which is which?
    It’s in the eye of the beholder. That, and location, location, location.
    Weeds are
  • Tuesday, May 30, 2017 11:49 AM
    It was a day like all others and a day like no other. As was the day before, and the day after. As are all days. Just days, but often so much more.
    A friend mentioned it was her wedding anniversary. She was in a celebratory mood, and rightly so. I asked her the date, because I wasn’t sure, and when she told me I realized it was an anniversary for me as well. Except mine was a sorrowful milestone.
    I felt a cloud descend and a pit grow in my stomach. I’d forgotten, or at the least failed to 
  • Tuesday, May 23, 2017 12:24 PM
    Lately, my hands have taken a beating and I’ve got no one to blame but myself. It happens around this time each year. Spring has sprung and all that jazz. With spring comes gardening and gardening comes with a cost to my poor bare hands.
    Simply put, gardening involves dirt and dirt is, well, dirty. It gets under your fingernails, and sneaks into crooks and crevices you didn’t even know existed. I scrub with 
  • Tuesday, May 16, 2017 11:02 AM
    It’s something we all have in common. Mothers have touched our lives. Each of us came into the world courtesy of a mother. But the concept doesn’t stop there. Mothers are everywhere. They live next door or across the country. They are teachers, coaches, counselors, protectors, enforcers, disciplinarians and friends.
    They are 
  • Tuesday, May 9, 2017 11:57 AM
    You could say it started with the simple round smiling yellow face back in the historic happy hippy days of the 1960s. It’s when Yellow Smiley was first created. Love, peace, smiles and all that jazz.
    For decades, Smiley was just Smiley — the iconic symbol that
  • Tuesday, May 2, 2017 11:34 AM
    I’ve never claimed to be a great driver. Good, perhaps. Careful, for sure. My family would tell you I am cautious, sometimes to the point of being jumpy at the wheel.
    By jumpy I mean on the lookout for surprises, aka accidents waiting to happen. Pedestrians who come out of nowhere. Squirrels darting across the street. Dogs without leashes. And cars, mostly other cars. I have 
  • Tuesday, April 25, 2017 11:29 AM
    We keep our toaster in the cupboard. Early in our marriage, this was a point of contention. My husband grew up in a home where the toaster sat on the counter. My family housed the breakfast appliance in the cupboard. As newlyweds, each of us was comfortable and happy with our own location of origin. But we couldn’t have 
  • Tuesday, April 18, 2017 2:46 PM
    My husband and I recently took on the task of refinishing the wood floors in three rooms that constitute our downstairs living areas — family room, dining room and miscellaneous room. (We’re not sure what to call it. Some days it’s the sunroom, other days the napping room. Right now, if I am being honest, it is the gaming room.)
    I digress. Aside from being
  • Tuesday, April 11, 2017 11:54 AM
    We never mastered the barbecue grill. Oh we tried, of course, in the early years of our marriage.
    We charred countless chicken breasts and burned a multitude of steaks. Shrimp on the barbie was never as it was supposed to be. No amount of barbecue sauce could salvage our calamities. Our collective lack of grilling ability was so expansive we even managed to light our patio on fire once.
    We didn’t want to be
  • Tuesday, April 4, 2017 11:00 AM
    My husband says I am a squirrel. Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s a term of endearment as well as a fairly accurate descriptor (if I am being honest). It’s become a nickname of sorts. It all started at the superstore.
    About a month ago, we
  • Tuesday, March 28, 2017 12:04 PM
    Most of us like to think of ourselves as glass-half-full types of people. Positive and optimistic and all that. I try to be positive. Except in one key area where I have no choice or voice.
    I blame my parents for my
  • Tuesday, March 21, 2017 1:20 PM
    Last week my husband and I splurged on a little out-of-town getaway. We were only gone for one night. We figured the kids could handle that without setting the kitchen on fire or flooding the bathroom. We didn’t expect any miracles, like the time one of them actually filled and ran the dishwasher. (True story.)
    They assured us they
  • Tuesday, March 14, 2017 2:57 PM
    Each day it takes 12 minutes of my time — five days a week, Monday through Friday. Six minutes in the morning, six minutes in the afternoon, for a total of an hour each week.
    A person could 
  • Tuesday, March 7, 2017 12:06 PM
    I don’t expect everyone to understand; don’t even expect approval or a nod. Most smart, logical and commonsense-driven people stop somewhere around 2.5 children. We did not.
    I remember being afraid to tell my parents or friends about the last one. When we finally did tell, some people told me we were making too many or that I was too old. Or even more daring — and this happened more than once — they asked if 
  • Tuesday, February 28, 2017 3:34 PM
    There are certain things in life that prudent, forward-thinking people avoid. Like putting their tongue on a frozen metal fence, or being outnumbered by their kids. Certain actions just aren’t wise and some can even get you into trouble. These are things, that
  • Tuesday, February 21, 2017 3:33 PM
    It is hard waiting for them to get here because waiting is never easy. And this bout of waiting is the longest 10 months of your life, even though everyone claims it’s only nine. Once you’ve been there and done the math, you know the truth and the truth is often hard.
    It is hard when they
  • Tuesday, February 14, 2017 3:38 PM
    It was an unassuming Sunday afternoon. I had to venture to the store for a few items. It was a leisurely excursion. Unlike most days, I wasn’t in a hurry and indulged in the luxury of
  • Tuesday, February 7, 2017 4:07 PM
    The Table has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
    When I was a child, it was my fortress; I crawled under it, learning every crack and crevice from the
  • Wednesday, February 1, 2017 9:06 AM
    I hardly ever get sick. I guess I’m lucky that way. Besides, I’m a mom. Despite what the commercial says, we don’t get sick days. It’s easier to take care of others when you don’t need anyone to take care of you. So it’s convenient to be in good health — robust and well, with a constant and never-ending supply of aceta­min­o­phen and throat lozenges to dispense 
  • Wednesday, January 25, 2017 9:53 AM
    Things I learned today: Some of the most unexpected actions might make you a hero. Others do not.
    If you are a parent, this pretty much goes with the territory. For me, it’s been this way since the diaper years.
    When you change a diaper on time,


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