home grown stories

The Eyes Have It

When did eyebrows become a thing?  Usually viewed as an afterthought, my experimentation with makeup at 15 years old consisted of black eyeliner and blush, with pink lipstick to pull it all together.  Eyebrows were just ‘there’ never really serving a purpose, and certainly not used as a statement. For the majority of my adult years… Continue reading The Eyes Have It

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Friday Before Christmas

The supermarket was crowded the Friday afternoon before Christmas. I knew it would be, and I specifically waited until then to do my holiday food shopping. All the gifts were wrapped and placed strategically under the Christmas tree.  Gifts for the out of town grands were mailed and on their way.  Gift cards for their parents… Continue reading Friday Before Christmas

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Apple Cider Memories

One of my favorite drinks is Apple Cider. You would think living in apple country would afford me the opportunity to drinking it whenever my heart desires, but I don’t. Apple Juice can never be as extravagant as Apple Cider. To my mind there’s an unwritten rule we only drink it in the Fall, at… Continue reading Apple Cider Memories

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Another Harold, Another Time

  Our yearly anniversary/vacation to the Thousand Islands region in Upstate (WAY Upstate) New York has come and gone. It is the place where my husband proposed to me, and the continuation of a yearly practice of his childhood.   He'd been traveling with his family to the towns of Clayton and Alex Bay since he… Continue reading Another Harold, Another Time

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George & Bob Stories – Boys is Boys, Cats is Cats

George and Bob were brothers. One was older than the other. But I forget which one. One day Bob saw the neighbors cat Tuesday sitting outside on the window sill of his house. I wonder how he got up there?  Bob thought to himself. As if reading his mind, Tuesday picked his head up, jumped down… Continue reading George & Bob Stories – Boys is Boys, Cats is Cats

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Tate Publishing & Enterprises, LLC

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I'm not going to spend too much time on this, but the organization which presents itself as  "Christian"   has acted in a  disgraceful and deceitful manner. Tate is the publisher of my last two books, and I was in the process of publishing my third book with… Continue reading Tate Publishing & Enterprises, LLC

Family, home grown stories

Obla Dee, Obla Da

They come back every year at this time. The Ooo-bid-dee birds. Actually, they are Orioles. Bright orange breasts and black beaks, the Orioles came to nest near my old house in the City every year. His mate, not as flamboyant or flashy, would sit next to him on the cable wire near my yard.  With… Continue reading Obla Dee, Obla Da