In my grandmother’s kitchen there was a gadget for everything. Can’t retrieve the pickle from the bottom of the jar? Use the pickle poker. From lemon squeezers to cherry pitters to olive forks and corn handles, there was a specific use for everything and the appropriate sized baking dish to accompany it.
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Posted by Tammy on June 26, 2016
We’re humming along. Homework done – check. Soccer gear cleaned and packed up – check. Work reading folder – check. Lunches or lunch money – check. Ballet bag packed – check. Gas in the car – check. And we’re off, except that while the car’s tank is fueled, ours might not be.
Posted by Tammy on January 24, 2016
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops … And summer is gone.” – A. BARTLETT GIAMATTI
Posted by Tammy on June 7, 2015
He is honored with a feast on the 27th day of September in the U.K., in France and in the U.S.. Born to peasant parents in the Kingdom of France, the family resided near the Paul river and it is believed that their surname was derived from there. Noteworthy however, young Vincent wrote his last name as Depaul to avoid any inference that he was of nobility.
Posted by Tammy on May 17, 2015
I said the words too quickly and too confidently, “I haven’t had a cold in years.” Thinking back, it may have been six or seven years ago and then, after a weekend that allowed too little sleep, I woke with an angry scratch in the back of my throat. I don’t want to be sick, don’t have time to be sick and frankly am a bit peeved about it. I know that my immune system is diminished without ample sleep and here I am.
Posted by Tammy on March 15, 2015
Last week I did an exercise in transparency with my work team. Part of it required that we select a picture from a stack of stock photos that would be an appropriate cover for each of our autobiographies. I selected a photo of five smiling individuals in a white water raft envisioning the story that I would write about my own family and the adventure that we call life. One of my colleagues selected a photo of roots and I was touched by his description of his efforts to leave a legacy and to establish roots that would matter and that would last. He spoke of both his family and his community in a way that was passionate and authentic.
Posted by Tammy on October 19, 2014
It is that time of year. Relentless heat still pounding down upon us while we are setting up and settling in to the back to school routine. I’m ready for autumn to be here while holding onto the sweet memories of our summer and not wanting to wish time away any faster than it is currently clicking. My oldest is a high school senior and our remaining weekends before he ventures out likely total less than 50.
Posted by Tammy on August 25, 2014