Over a bowl of spaghetti at my kitchen table one week ago, I asked my friend about her plans for the holidays. Knowing her Mom hasn't really been gone that long, I wondered how her traditions had changed, who she would spend Christmas Day with, and what the menu was. And then I asked her what she missed the very most about her Mom. Her answer took me by surprise, because I was expecting her to say she missed talking with her Mom every day, or being able to call and ask for advice or how to cook an old favorite recipe. And I'm sure she does miss all of those things, and more. But without hesitation she told me that she missed her Mom's prayers. Her answer took no thought. She knew what she missed the very, very most. I am pretty sure I stopped chewing for a minute. "You FELT ... View Post
I’m Sorry – I Just Can’t Keep A Secret
I am 62-1/2 years old, and that 1/2? It matters to me like it matters to a 3-1/2 year old. And it doesn't matter how hard I try to keep a gift wrapped and tucked away until Christmas every year - I simply cannot do it. I can't. I try and I try, and I fail miserably year after year. And this isn't anything new. Once when I was quite young, I shopped for Christmas gifts with my Gram, and we picked up a little toy car for my brother Larry. Even though Gram told me to be sure and keep it a secret, I was so excited that I dreamed up what I thought was a clever little way to share the secret, without sharing the secret - or at least that's what I thought I was doing. So when Larry asked Gram and I what was in the bag when we got home, I just looked at him and said, "I can't tell you. ... View Post
The Final Jig – And the Surprise Under the Kilt!
This Kitchen Table Devotions blog began initially as an effort to record all of my favorite recipes in one place for my sons - specifically my Mama Mac Meatball recipe, which is amazing if I do say so myself! (link below) It was also a place to record many of the fun stories worth remembering while my sons were growing up, and years later continue to include those of my grandchildren. My Grandmother, who we referred to as "Gram" when we were little, kept a very small notebook of the funny things we said growing up. Now and then she would pull it out and read them, causing everyone to laugh. In an effort to keep that tradition, I transferred over to my blog some of the hilarious stories I kept in a small blue notebook of life with Rory and Ian. My love of writing began in 2nd ... View Post
Baby Bumps & The Christmas Story
Have you been to Hobby Lobby lately? One would think it was just days before Christmas with all of the trees, lights, decorations, and reminders of Christ's birth. It's only October as I write this and five minutes into the store yesterday I began realizing I need to start shopping for Christmas gifts. Halfway through the store, I received a FaceTime from Colorado and quickly ran to the car instead so I could enjoy a fun game of peek-a-boo with my almost 17-month-old grandson. I will quit whatever I'm in the middle of just to see that sweet little face, and it won't be long before our 2-month-old can join in the fun. That FaceTime call likely kept me from spending quite a bit of money, but I didn't escape the store before being reminded that the holidays are fast approaching. There ... View Post
Changing Hearts Through Foster Care
"WE ARE PREPARING TO BECOME FOSTER PARENTS" (A Grandma's Perspective) When my son and daughter-in-law told me they were going to begin foster care classes, my mind went immediately to "Big Families of Michigan," an organization founded by Jeanne Fowler. I had heard her re-tell the story once, told in the third person, of the horrific experiences she and her brother Peter had gone through, and gasped with the rest of the audience when near the end she told us quietly, "and that little girl was me." I read the detailed accounts in her book, "Peter's Lullaby" of the torture she and Peter had been subjected to by her parents. I think my immediate response to the kids was something along the lines of warning them, because although I knew very little about foster care, I knew it was most ... View Post
Facebook “Friendship” Fragility
It's no secret that our culture's tension is currently at an all time high. Unless your head is in the sand, you don't own a television, or you're so disciplined that social media is not even remotely a part of your days, you are well aware that people have become disposable to one another, and the bar that determines when (and how) we are disposed of is set at a pretty shallow height. I once deleted someone off of Facebook and ended our friendship as cordially as possible after she posted about 75 photos of me in my bathing suit while we were on a weekend trip to a beach town. We had promised each other when we left for our trip, "no unbecoming pictures," so I was caught off guard when a trusted friend called me at work to alert me of my Facebook bathing suit modeling debut in the ... View Post
EIEIO, I want a Sloppy Joe!
Ingredients: 2 pounds ground sirloin, browned & drained Mix in a bowl: 1/2 cup BBQ Sauce 1/2 cup ketchup 1 T relish 1 mustard squirt 1 T brown sugar 1 t salt, more to taste Let simmer for 1/2 hour or so. This recipe from my friend Cathi originally called for 1 pound of ground beef, but I ended up adding another pound, and it was perfect. Depending on how sloppy you want your Joe's - add or subtract as much ground beef (or sirloin) as you'd like!! The first time I made these was while I was having a new front door installed. I fixed a plate for the gentleman installing the door, and he not only said it was the best sloppy Joe he'd ever eaten - he asked me for the recipe. So Cathi's Sloppy Joe's are a hit! ... View Post
An RN’s Letter to a Cancer Patient
Dear Cancer Patient, An hour before your appointment last week, we all saw you on the schedule and knew you were coming. "I can take her," was the common response from all of us nurses, followed by expressions describing how much we care for you, how kind (and fun) you are, and how we always look forward to seeing you - even though we wish we were running into you at the supermarket or some other place around town that has nothing to do with cancer. And that giggle of yours - it's adorable and infectious, and we all love hearing it. You said through your tears that the only time you walked through the doors of our Infusion Center afraid, was that very first time. You said it didn't take long before you began to feel as if you were coming to spend time with your girlfriends. Oh ... View Post