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Continue reading →: first sunday in august
When I was in the sixth grade I wrote a poem about my family reunion for Language Arts class. It started out, “The first Sunday in August, before the weather is cool, our destination is a place past old Scott Center School.” The poem goes on to describe what I…
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Continue reading →: my favorite monsters
When I found out that my nephew liked these Monster Pops molds I had to get them for him for his birthday. Many healthful and gourmet popsicle recipes do exist, but today I celebrate the tried and true Kool-Aid popsicle. It’s good to be a kid and make monster faces…
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Continue reading →: lemon raspberry chocolate birthday
I was flattered when asked to bake a cake for my dear friend Mary’s 30th birthday back porch celebration. I asked for her top 5 ingredients, and she said, “lemon and raspberry would be on the list, possibly strawberry or coconut. Usually chocolate, but it’s so-oo hot that fruit is…
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Continue reading →: peachy pie memories
Those hands have been peeling peaches for 75 years! My grandma was one of ten brothers and sisters who grew up on a farm in Northeastern Indiana. This time of year, they would get up to seven bushels of peaches at a time, and the five girls would sit on the front porch and peel…
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Continue reading →: when it’s hot & dry
There has been extreme heat this month across the country, and without compensating rainfall or exorbitant water bills, many of the usual green-lawned neighborhoods are now brown and weedy. Tonight while a pie was baking in the oven (upcoming post!), I went outside in my mom’s flowers. I was drawn to the effects of the…
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Continue reading →: tirecakes
This weekend I helped celebrate my nephew’s 6th birthday Cars style. For the kids’ cakes, my sister poured chocolate cake batter into donut pans, popped them in the oven, and out came cake tires! We each got one of our own and customized the sidewalls with frosting and candy; the kids were genius…
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Continue reading →: sundance for a spell
My mom was 1600 miles away from home when she was rushed into emergency surgery two weeks ago. She stayed for seven days at a hospital just miles away from a personal paradise in the mountains. Since we knew it existed, my mom and I shared the dream of setting foot…






