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Mid-week Musing

Until about the seventh grade I had no idea there was any other kind of bread apart from the Wonder Bread I begged my mom to buy at the market. Remember the white, plastic wrapper with yellow, red and blue balloons on the packaging, promising to build your body 12 ways? (Of course I am showing my age here)  I also learned around the same time, thanks to my first Home Economics class, that  the blue plastic-wrapped tube with the little dough character isn't required for making cookies, cake doesn't have to come from the cardboard box with the iconic red spoon, and  Twinkies aren't  a part of the Basic 4 food group. Again, showing my age here, but before  my plate, pyramids,  and  food circles,  was The Basic 4 food groups, and before that, the USDA food guide was called the Basic 7.  I  think it was during the reduction from 7 to 4 food groups  that the Twinkies were sadly omitted.  I would soon taste  my very first home made bread, and from that moment on I ended my childis

The Healing Shelf

  Plunging my hands into the basin of warm, soapy water, I settle in for a few moments of quiet. The kitchen sink often becomes my alter, where I wash away my worries and bring my praises and my heart before the Lord. Sometimes, I use my time there as a great thinking session. It’s a place where I can mull over and ponder the troubles of the world, often questioning my life's purposes and weighing them out against my expectations, doubts and goals. Sometimes I simply daydream, where I build elaborate gardens with grand pathways and delightful wildflower meadows, or open up bakeries with the tastiest of treats, warm beverages and cute, little wrought iron tables and chairs.    Glancing up at the window sill, I smile and greet the line up of  colorful, little jars, each filled with various sorts of living things that need some encouragement or extra love. A pink peony bud that toppled over in the rain was brought in yesterday, and now pokes its head out of an old, glass medicine bott

Fail, and Experience the Journey.

   This spring, I received some of the best words of proclamation: " You will fail."   I know, they don’t sound like the comforting words you want to find inside a fortune cookie but hear me out.  Like  many others this year, I found the recent months filled with many changes. Unsettling news stories, loved ones losing their jobs, and social distancing left my brain scrambling to process all of this new information and trying to make sense of it. Interestingly,  I began to  noticed that some struggled with the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring; finding this time to be stressful, lonely and unpredictable. Others seem to come to life. I  watched them flourish, as they ended stressful commutes, long graveyard shifts and dropping babies off at daycare. They instead, began going for walks, playing with their children and eating dinner as a family.  I struggled to keep  my daily routine as normal as possible, so as I  began to sort out information in my head, I also began to

Grandpa's Pickles

  Wiping the sweat from my face, I glanced again at the directions on the faded pieces of paper neatly unfolded and  placed on my old, wooden, kitchen table. The smell of sugar, vinegar, and spices simmering away on my stovetop transported me back in time almost 30 years, to my grandma and grandpa’s kitchen. The chrome-banded, yellow formica table and the dated yellow vinyl chairs, all sported shiny, metal legs that tapered to the floor. White rubber caps fixed to the end of each leg kept the chairs from  sliding about and scratching the same linoleum that had been there since the 60’s. The top of the table, while always cluttered with notepads, pens, cigarettes, and  boxes of Bugles, always had enough room for a snack and  a good visit. Without fail, anytime you stopped by, you would find coffee in the coffee pot, soda in the back fridge and cookies in the cookie jar. Now, It seems to me that most people become known for something, and my grandparents were no exception. Grandma was kn