If you’ve ever adopted a child of a different race, or considered it, you’ve read about the questions and comments you’ll face from other people. Things have certainly improved in our country over time. I can’t imagine what adoptive parents went through in the ’60s, ’70s and even ’80s. But […]
When all three of us have a free Tuesday
Because neither one of us works downtown these days, we never really venture to the city. And there are many reasons why we should. So today we hopped on down to walk along the Grand River. Not that we did much more than walk, but it was nice to be […]
Helicopter happiness
Do you ever wonder how memories work? Like the things you DO remember contrasted with the things you DON’T. Or the very fact that a simple moment can stick with you forever. That you’ll recall it some day when you’re 80 and you’re relaxing on a spring day and the […]
If it weren’t for the smoke…
…this dinner would have been perfect. Living in Chicago for five years, it was natural that I would become a big fan of Thai food. It’s on practically every corner. My first Thai meals were with my husband, and he introduced me to chicken sate (or satay) and peanut sauce. […]
Chicago foodfest
Spinach and goat cheese ravioli in mushroom sauce from Timo We saw the forecast before we left. Our lovely mid-60s temps plummeted to mid-40s and slightly higher, accompanied by plenty of drizzle and gloom. As a result, we spent a lot of our time indoors. I wasn’t inspired to snap […]
She won’t be happy
Whenever we take a trip, this one always gives me the brush-off upon our return. Like she’s telling me, “You know I hate it when you do that.” We’ll only be gone for a shade over 48 hours. And Aunt Laurel, the world’s greatest cat sitter, will be checking in […]
Chicken with balsamic fig sauce
Or some such title. I’m too darn lazy to go back and look it up. The carrots are made with a cumin dressing. Very easy. Not sure, though, whether I loved them enough to do it again. The salad is yet another of my uninspired spinach concoctions. You can never […]
You know you’ve mastered motherhood when…
…your child wakes up in the morning and greets you not with a hug, but by handing you a freshly picked booger. And you don’t even flinch.