Circa 1954 My sister and I will always share a Big Sis, Lil Sis bond, despite a thirteen-year age difference. As a toddler, Big Sis was the source of my first, and countless other, piggyback rides. She’d lug me around the neighbourhood, showing me off to her friends, while looking after me for our … More Big Sis, Lil Sis
I’ll always remember you as a gift, a gift unlike any other This gift was pure and self-less, this gift was you, his mother I’ll always remember your warm embrace the first day that we met You welcomed me with loving arms and a smile I’ll never forget I’ll always remember you stepping up to … More A Priceless Gift
In my last post on breakfast tapas I suggest zucchini latkes to complete the meal and promised a recipe. While attempting to create my version of latkes I discovered a variety of not only ingredients for these tasty pan fried indulgences but for the names of them as well. Google told me that a frittata is … More Frittata? Fritters? Pancakes? Latkes? How About Frittater-cakes?
I love tapas! I love that tapas are creative, tasty food morsels meant to be discovered and enjoyed in moderation (small portions) like wine. I love that tapas time can be ANYTIME! I love that tapas are meant to be shared and savoured among good company. What I love most about tapas, though, is the opportunity to enjoy a variety of food … More Marla’s Tapas and Vineyard
Penny pinching When I find a penny I always think of my dear old dad. Dad took great pride in running a penny drive at the care home where he lived. It made him feel useful, gave him something to talk about and a reason to get up everyday. You could ask him at … More Pennies From Heaven
“A mother’s love for her child is the same all over the world. It is the gift of life, and all other gifts are reflections of it.” (Edna Hibel) As I reflect upon my voyage as a mom, I remember with great affection my first role models. When it came to mothering, both my … More A Mother’s Love is the Gift of Life
Mind clutter is really just ego screaming in my face I’ve carried a great deal of ‘mind clutter’ around with me lately. It has kept me awake at night, depriving me of much needed sleep. Mind clutter, that negative self-talk, often holds me hostage—stuck in a place I don’t want to be. This mind clutter … More My Mind is My Garden