**And the winner is…MIRIAM! I’ve sent an e-mail with directions on how to collect – if it was not received, please e-mail me at bigpieceofcake@gmail.com. In the four years that I’ve been blogging, I think I’ve entered about 500 Shabby Apple giveaways. You would think that I could win ONE of them, right? Not so…
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Sound Byte: Street Smarts
My conversation with my five yaer old twins in the car earlier today: Eleanor: Mommy, is there a Huckleberry Street? Me: We know a Huckelberry. Our friend Stephanie’s baby is named Huckleberry. Eleanor: Yes – but do you know any STREETS named Huckleberry? Me: Well it certainly sounds like a street name. I’m sure there…
Personal History (Part Two)
You may already know this – but I’m going to be posting installments of a personal history I’m writing for our family “ancestor book.” This is a continuation of that. And to simplify things, I’m putting the whole thing under “About Me.” So if you want to read from the beginning – you can head…
Personal History (Part One)
My father is putting together an “ancestor book” and has asked everyone in the family to write a little bit about themselves and their life to date. So of course as the only blogger in the family, I am also the LAST to actually write anything. Isn’t that always the way? Actually I find this…
Sound Byte: For Real
As expected – I’ve been spending all of my brief moments for writing on Listen to Your Mother planning… So this week, I’ll have to keep it simple with a quote. This is by far my favorite thing I’ve heard anyone say in a long time. Overheard bit of conversation (no idea what it was…
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.