It’s 10:30 p.m. The kitchen is cleaned, and the family room picked up. They are both ready for tomorrow’s life of meals, random newspaper circulars, and at least a dozen water glasses left half full lying around both rooms. The dog, Louie, has been put out...
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The teacups are set out over the lace tablecloth. One teacup is from Ireland, one from Germany, and one from the Czech Republic. These cups represent our heritage, as well as the ritual of having tea with mom. The teas are chosen, too – one...
Read MoreLook for Book Body Soul's posts all about Mothers for the month of May. “Is Being a Mother the Most Defining Role a Woman Can Have?” Reposted from www.motheringinthemiddle.com “For years I was on the outside looking in, watching friends juggling their time, wiping little noses and strapping...
Read MoreIt’s Spring! Alleluia! I know it’s here because I have heard the peepers at night proclaiming their joy from being stuck in the frozen tundra. The stillness has suddenly been broken by birds singing in the early morning. There have also been sightings of color to break...
Read MoreI look at the pristine fallen snow and feel somewhat melancholy that there are no little footprints in the yard, no snowman or snow angels. Since I now have adult children, the snow in my yard remains fluffy. Looking at this unspoiled snow, I notice the...
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