I was blessed to have all of my family at my home on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. After so many weeks of isolation, we enjoyed our time together. The cousins were excited to spend time playing together, and the adults were glad for a time to chat face-to-face. Most of our time was spent outdoors; however, a mid-afternoon thunderstorm moved our gathering into the house for a bit. Molly (my daughter) and her crew arrived on that Friday,…..
The state of motherhood means there are children involved. Even if they are grown. Even when the title “Mom” is affectionately given to a special lady in one’s life. A mom might have natural-born children, or they may be adopted. Or foster children. Or those that actually belong to someone else, yet she serves as a parental figure of some sort (such as a mother-in-law). One thing I know for sure about children: they are all different. Bob (my late…..
For as long as I can remember, tea has been a part of my life. Sometimes hot, sometimes cold; sometimes strong, sometimes weak; sometimes black, sometimes green, sometimes herbal – no matter the temperature or type, it seems like there is always tea. My mother’s cure for tummy aches was a cup of what she referred to as “cambric tea,” which was a blend of very weak tea, sugar, and milk. The tea, along with toast (often cinnamon toast), comforted…..