While visiting with a new friend the other day, I captured a glimpse of two of her sons. One was athletic and loved the arts–theater and music. Another was strictly academic, a genius with the computer who had no interest in sports. This woman was offering her sons opportunities to develop their strengths, yet she…
“Just slop some mustard and mayonnaise on it,” my mother-in-law directed. Slop? Better Homes and Gardens never said a thing about slopping when preparing sandwiches! I continued spreading my thin line of mustard to the very edge of the bread, carefully dabbing a tiny section I missed. A half-dozen construction workers swarmed into the kitchen,…
On Thanksgiving day, our five-year-old granddaughter Elizabeth wasn’t the least bit interested in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade. She wanted to create her own parade. First, she lined up my husband Bill, Pop to her, and me, known as Nonny, in the circle drive. She then placed her baby doll Bella in the doll’s small red…
When our family moved to Searcy years ago, we discovered a community of water fowl in the lake behind our house. We named them, of course, names like Father Goose, a solid white Snow Goose, Knothead, who we kindly renamed Grandfather Goose, and Gracie the Toulouse Goose. The three came banded together as one tight…
The Art of Lovely Living: 