I sat in my Big Red Chair one morning last week eating breakfast, drinking my first cup of coffee and gazing out the window, watching THE PARADE OF TEEN CARS go by.
Tulips and daffodils are popping out of the ground, summer plants are beginning to bud and this is a season that marks another busy time for me. I always look forward to yet dread this time of year; watching everything come out of hibernation, but knowing there is a lot for me to do
A couple weeks ago my daughters went to a concert. It’s really the first time they’ve been to any major event without me. At least it was for my youngest; my oldest is away at college and I’m probably not privy to everywhere she goes
I have to disagree how using GPS on phones has made map reading skills extinct.
Since my oldest daughter has been away at college, my water bill has gone down quite markedly, but when she was home this weekend, her shower seemed longer than normal.
I struggle a lot with the idea of Valentine’s Day. The present idea of it is quite contrary to its bloody origins. St. Valentine was a Christian martyr, who was arrested and beheaded for conducting marriages when they were outlawed by the Roman emperor.
I have a fixation about keeping a fairly consistent sleep schedule throughout a weekend or extended holiday, so the first day back doesn’t seem like such a shock.
Once again it’s Superbowl Sunday. I really got into it last year, buying lots of snacks from Costco for just the four of us.
I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it: I’m not the greatest housekeeper. I have to admit, I’m okay with this state of being, to a point.
I wish I could give advice to parents who struggle with their children’s attitudes, but I really don’t know how I’ve come out with such trouble-free daughters.
One of my husband’s car club friends mentioned at the club’s holiday dinner that I haven’t thrown my husband under the bus lately.
Gretchen Leigh talks about her past and current New Year’s resolutions
Every year my family and I make almond roca as gifts for family and friends. Actually, I cook the candy part myself, usually when no one is home or they are still sleeping.
It’s December; I’m usually in such a frenzy that I don’t take the time to go through the mail. Right before Thanksgiving until after New Year’s, I totally forget that I’m a responsible American who pays bills.
There was a time, not so long ago, when a snow flurry would have roused my kids from their bed and sent them into a frenzy of finding boots, gloves, hats and jackets.
Forget foreign wars, whom the movie stars are dating, and horrific weather in the Eastern United States. My biggest dilemma as I write this is it is only four days until Thanksgiving and my refrigerator is packed with food.
Every weekend from here on out is busy starting with the one after Thanksgiving and I’m not even a “black Friday” participant.
Another Halloween for filing away in my memory Rolodex.
My husband lives in a house with three women; he doesn’t stand a chance. The only other male beings in the house are usually cats and you know what we do to them?
Gretchen Leigh hunts for “just the right chair” on Craigslist
