I had a lovely Mother’s Day – a visit with my granddaughter and her parents, a cheerful call and flowers from my daughter and son-in-law. The only thing wrong with it was the food: I decided to buy the side salads as a gift to myself. They weren’t good; I should have taken the time to make them myself. I’m apparently a better cook than Whole Foods. However, each of my family members, present or absent, showered me with love. I needed that cushion.
So many women struggle with body image. I was always overweight, or over the weight society and my mother expected of me…
It is a real honor and joy to have a daughter-in-law whom you love and respect and can have fun with…
In this essay, I explore the feeling of walking into a crime scene—one which has a deep, personal connection, as this is in the parish hall of our church, where my husband serves as Vicar.
Entering a fabric store is like going into a small town art gallery: most of the offerings will not please your eye, but occasionally you will see a painting you could hang in your home, exhibiting enough gentle nuance, the use of color and skillful brush strokes that you think it is beautiful…