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In six days Meggie and Theo will be in my arms. Well maybe not Theo so much – I’ll get a big hug…

I am loving my gardens! In three years and a kabillion woman-hours later, my flowers are spilling over one another. The sad…

a pet shop window smudged from her tiny nose pressing against the glass three little girls creeping from their beds in the middle of the…

Even at fifty-one years old, the first day of summer vacation is so exciting. I’m not sure what it is about my…

I was nine the first time that I fell in love. Our relationship consisted of passing notes to each other during our…

It’s summer and that means it’s bread making season. You would think that the winter would inspire me to bake lovely homey…

And so begins another summer of good old-fashioned quality ‘Hooton family time’. When the girls were little, Ralph and I thought that it…

I love making banana bread. Not because it is effortless or because it’s delicious. Banana ‘anything’ completely appeals to my frugality. You have to…

A hawk scans the fields near a lonely country church that sits on a farm five minutes from my house. The church…

It was a quiet day. A day of talking about life with my daughter Sara. We tried to pick fiddleheads but found…