I love cookbooks.  I love big ones, small ones, old and new ones.  And before this starts to sound like a Dr. Seuss book, I’ll add I have all of the above. The oldest one I own is my mother’s cookbook from the 1950’s.  I can’t bear to part with it, but honestly I’ve never cooked a thing from it. I’m not a…

It was Thanksgiving Day, 1993. My youngest son was at the “Ice Bowl”, the fond term for the year the Dallas Cowboys played in record snow and ice. I stood next to my dad’s bed, with what was left of his frail body. He was too weak to have a voice, and in within a few hours of the day he left this world. It was one of the hardest days of my life.

Of all the things about the cold, icy day in November 1993 I remember my dad wanted us to spend Thanksgiving with his family one last time.…

I stepped in to the store, taking stock of the room as I walked through the glass doors. I wasn’t sure where to start. My eyes scanned the displays and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the aisles of tops and dresses in a rainbow of colors. I carefully picked through several racks before I found a top I thought was perfect for the occasion. It was date night and it would be the first time I would wear a new outfit in a very long time.

Not because I didn’t want…

According to the 2010 Census, almost 5 million children live in a grandparent headed household. Most of these are either the grandparent raising the grandchild alone or the child’s family moved back in with the parents. There are numerous reasons this could happen, and it’s likely you know someone in this situation.



In our case, we’ve found we have a lot of well meaning friends and more often than not acquaintances who feel led to speak their mind when finding out our situation.…