Trading kids for pets

February 11, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

There are many things I miss not having little kids around my house. I miss naps, and snuggles on the couch. I miss making couch cushion forts in the living room, and marathon cartoon afternoons. I even miss fingerpaints and glitter. Having adult kids, and a semi-empty nest, I’ve been waxing nostalgic lately for the … Continue reading Trading kids for pets

Daybreak

February 10, 2015February 10, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

I won't wish for you to have a "Good Day." I will challenge you to Make it a "Good Day." NaBloPoMo 10/28

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February 9, 2015February 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

Insignificant A mote in the eye of God Allegorical Categorical Make an impact on the world Unforgettable NaBloPoMo 9/28

Making plans

February 8, 2015February 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

My Running Buddy and I hit the beach this weekend. Our first trip to the Gulf this year. It was glorious. The sun was shining, and the wind was brisk but not freezing. The beach was virtually empty of distracting tourists (except for the family of penguins who insisted in swimming in the 50F water), … Continue reading Making plans

Savory Roasted Chickpeas

February 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Offered the choice between cake, and chips and salsa, nine times out of ten... I'll take the chips. I like salty snacks, salty and savory. Since Thanksgiving, I have strayed from my path of eating healthy. ("Strayed" is a generous word. It's more like I've been sucked into a black hole of pure junk food.) … Continue reading Savory Roasted Chickpeas

Mama, she’s crazy

February 6, 2015February 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint. My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still … Continue reading Mama, she’s crazy