Eve Michele

In less than 24 hours, Kristyn and her babies will plant their feet back on American soil! We are all at the mercy of planes, trains, automobiles and Customs, but with any luck and goddess willing, they'll make it here safe and sound without incident. As anxious as I am for their arrival, I know one little person who just might rival me in excitement: June. She has been missing her cousins so much, talking endlessly about what they'll do together, marking off the days on the calendar Brynna made for this purpose. These sweet cousins have had such a bond, Rosie and June less than a year apart, and Angelo at 2 years older serving as "big brother" to them both. We had all hoped that they'd grow up locally together, just two doors down on the same block, but that wasn't meant to be.. for now. We haven't all been together for nearly a year, and I'm not going to lie, it's been brutal at times. Knowing that decisions are the ...

"...I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits." Tremendous outburst of approval. "I don't know half of you as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." This was unexpected and rather difficult. There was some scattered clapping, but most of them were trying to work it out and see if it came to a compliment." ~ The Fellowship of the Ring Oh, how Glenn would have chuckled at that quote, and would have "gotten" the meaning long before I did. He was so good at riddles, and puns, and recalling all of the "good" quotes from seemingly every movie or show he ever saw. Today is his birthday (not was, because I refuse to believe he's truly gone) and so many emotions and memories flood in, I don't know that I can sort through enough to process, much less write, about them. I'll just...

I've decided that this blog isn't going to be especially structured, am going to give myself the freedom to post random thoughts, photos, memories, whatever comes to mind, whenever the mood strikes me. I think this "format," or lack thereof, will keep me interested and motivated, not bogged down by "rules." Phyllis Smith, 1960 On that note, I'm going to share some of my mom's photos from the holiday season 1960/1961 which I uncovered from her "secret stash." This old album was sacred and mysterious, hidden away in the closet of our TV Room when I was a kid. I would often sneak a peek when I was bored, or curious, spending hours poring over pictures of her as a teenager, her friends, and many, many boyfriends. I was in awe of my beautiful, poised mother, and couldn't imagine having one boy pining away for me, much less the dozens who professed their undying love on the backs of their school photos! She was careful to ...

I'm just going to jump in here with no preamble, ok? (Well, perhaps wading is more like it, because I'm not much of a jumper). My daughter Lily has long requested that I write my life story, and thus far I have resisted because, truly, what is there to tell? I've lived a small, uneventful life. Other than raising a family, marrying (and divorcing) a couple of people, working a few boring jobs and being a homemaker, I've not done anything exciting nor especially meaningful. I'm not being humble or modest here, just stating the facts. My "memoir" won't be published nor likely even read by anyone other than my immediate family because no one else would find my day to day life mesmerizing in the least. However, since my favorite middle daughter has made this request, and since I never want to disappoint her, I'm going to do this thing. For her, for my other girls, and maybe even for myself. I should want to record my story while I'm still..ahem..y...