How is it possible for one little person to be so much? My joy and my frustration. My energy and my weariness. My greatest gift and my heaviest burden. My pride and my humility. My desire to blog and my reason to not have time. Oh, but how this little face has become my everything. And for all of the ups and downs, it sure is a beautiful everything. This pretty much sums .

Friday, July 31, 2015. She keeps her kids, grandkids, and friends supplied with this manna from heaven. So, the bottom line is, she has to live forever. Truth be told, Jeff and I tried to make these once by reading the recipe but it quickly became obvious that we needed a hands on lesson.

After growing up on a farm in Northeast Missouri, I moved to Chicago in 1996. This blog is some of my observations and ramblings after living here for 15 years. Friday, June 10, 2011. I took my usual route to get to the street where I could grab a taxi to get home. Tired and anxious, I waited for the cab on a corner where I knew on most nights I could get one quickly.