. . .has to be healthy, quick, try to please my 16 year old son (humph)--this is one of my favorite combos--fresh asparagus (the thinnest and freshest you can find) --spray your pan with olive oil and overload with slices of garlic cloves. Saute garlic until its' brown and crispy--then add asparagus--baked (or in our case) "microwaved" sweet potatoes -- broiled lean chops "a la Kentworth style"-- which means layered in pepper. Not too much can surpass this quick tasty treat as the unavoidable cool weather calls and brightly lit orange pumpkins adorn our porches awaiting festively dressed beggers.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
God must love PINK!
Monday, October 19, 2009
My Mother: Elizabeth Eurilda 1917 - 2009

Your passing brings profound sadness
Yet now I think I understand you more
You, my mother,
Yet now I think I understand you more
You, my mother,
Longing for the friendship and companionship of me, her daughter
My turn now,
My turn now,
Seeing my own daughters as you must have seen me
Your strengths--once hidden --now obvious
Whatever weakness--now insignificant, meaningless
I have had the extreme joy of knowing you
Being with you
Feeling your love
You are not replaceable; there will never be anyone exactly like you
There is no replica, no substitute,
No one could ever “fill that hole” as you would so aptly say
How I would love to see you now, to feel your hand on mine
To hear your voice call my name,--just one more time
The same way you would leave a room
You left
Your strengths--once hidden --now obvious
Whatever weakness--now insignificant, meaningless
I have had the extreme joy of knowing you
Being with you
Feeling your love
You are not replaceable; there will never be anyone exactly like you
There is no replica, no substitute,
No one could ever “fill that hole” as you would so aptly say
How I would love to see you now, to feel your hand on mine
To hear your voice call my name,--just one more time
The same way you would leave a room
You left
Quietly, quickly,
No one watching
Now your history remains,
Your actions
A gentle reminder
Nudging, prodding
Stirring my soul
Reach higher
Be better,
Seeing life
Now your history remains,
Your actions
A gentle reminder
Nudging, prodding
Stirring my soul
Reach higher
Be better,
Seeing life
As through your eyes
Appreciating
Appreciating
Friday, October 2, 2009
Reasons To Sing

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