It’s time. Last Saturday, Ralph asked me if I was ready. I said I was. We’re looking for a new puppy. Chocolate Chip…
life
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Amazing how, what makes a day great changes as you get older. Feeling rested after a night’s sleep – note how the adjective…
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I am standing in my daughter, Meaghan’s, kitchen lusting after her robust cook book collection. Me: How many cookbooks do you have?…
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January – the meatloaf that knocked my socks off! February – the squares that hooked Ralph. over the top cinnamon buns March – Irish soda…
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It takes me a day or two to settle in to the rhythm of the farm. To adjust to silence, except for the occasional…
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: About 55,000 tourists visit Liechtenstein every…
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At the tender age of twelve, sitting alone in a dark movie theatre lost in Franco Zeffirelli’s ‘Romeo and Juliet‘, I was…
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I survived Christmas day. There were moments of breathlessness or maybe just not wanting to breathe… Tradition crept in throughout the day,…
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The Christmas season has settled upon the Hooton household. It’s been quite a year! Highest moment was Theo proposing to Meggie at…
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Ralph and I never used the word ‘step’ in our family language. We were never step parents. Our children were never step…