As parents, we’ve all done it. Most of us, anyway. We’ve all told that little white lie, with the intention of protecting the imaginations and/or innocence of our children. You know the ones I’m talking about: those itty-bitty, tinnnnny white lies about Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny…or even about Goldie the Goldfish whoContinue reading “Santa is watching you! Really…he is! I promise!”
About six months ago, we got new neighbors. They seem nice enough. I think they’re both doctors, and they have one son that’s a few years younger than my daughter. We nicknamed him “Box Boy.” Okay, in fairness to myself and my husband, we didn’t nickname him Box Boy; our kids did. It all startedContinue reading “The Adventures of Box Boy”
One of the things I miss the very most about “home” since moving to Minnesota nearly 20 years ago is family. I miss having a tight-knit group of people who’ve known you since birth and who will lend a helping hand for any reason at any time, and almost always without needing to know theContinue reading “Big Fences Make Great Neighbors…But Don’t Tell My Neighbors!”
It’s the weekend! Chatty Cathie will chatter more on Monday!
My husband is fond of saying that when our children grow up, leave home and have their first homes of their own, we’re going to go for an extended visit and wreak our revenge. While there, he swears that he’s going to walk around the house and systematically turn every light on as he goes,Continue reading “She’ll leave the light on for you…”
Those of you who read my blog on Friday, Becoming a Domestic Goddess (Part One), know that my number one goal as a new wife was to meet and exceed the expectations of not only my husband, but society in general. After the baked potato/knife debacle, things did get better. I bought a gazillion cookbooksContinue reading “Becoming a Domestic Goddess (Part Two)”