Letters From My Stuff, Vol.1: The Whisk

Letters From My Stuff, Vol.1: The Whisk

The other day my whisk wrote me a letter. Dear Giant Chef Lady, Please stop resting me in bowls.  I am a whisk.  I was made to  twirl  and spin  and dance.  Not to rest.  When you put me in a bowl, my soul dies.  I must to leap out.  I must be free.  I was meant for...
Funny-glitter in the snow

Funny-glitter in the snow

Up there at the top of the page it say, “Life is funny. Not funny, but funny.” It doesn’t say that because I think life is nothing but a barrel of laughs. Far from it. But I do think that the hard things in life, the annoying things, the frustrating things, the...
Lessons from the slopes

Lessons from the slopes

The whole fam’ went snowboarding last weekend. Lest you think I’m hip and young, I’ll reveal that turned 40 long enough ago that 41 is peeking over the horizon. And though I have snowboarded before, it was once, twenty years ago. (Seeing as I feel more like I’m 25...
Way-Past-Last-Minute Christmas Gifts

Way-Past-Last-Minute Christmas Gifts

I had good intentions for a fun Christmas gift for my husband, but I slacked and it didn’t get done. I’m thinking it still may happen though, because we’re still IN the twelve days of Christmas, right? Right. I think…googling…Nevermind,...
A Resolution for Future-Me

A Resolution for Future-Me

It’s almost New Years. Last week I did a stellar job of bringing you a post filled with Christmas Goodness and Joy, so I thought I’d keep it up and address the obvious topic for this week. New Year’s Resolutions for 2016. But there’s one problem with this – I...
The turkeys are following me.

The turkeys are following me.

That isn’t some sort of metaphor. It was real turkeys and they really were following me. Christmas is in three days and it feels like I should write something Christmassy. Something profound and moving. Unfortunately, I’ve got nothing like that in the ol’ brain. What...