Packing, Packing on a Summer’s Day (to the tune of Swimming) Packing, packing, on a summer’s day. There’s things to sort and things to sell and things to give away. Sell it. Toss it. KEEP. It’s nearly new. Now don’t you wish you had almost anything else to do. PACK!...
I think moving might be in my DNA. Because of moving, we lived in rented houses for most of my childhood. You might think that was because of finances or that my parents didn’t want to put down roots or that we moved a lot because of my dad’s job. But this is as far...
My great grandmother probably hoped her grandchildren would pass along the family tradition of baking to another generation. And they did – or at least my Dad did. We lost him way too soon, but I do have this gift he left me that I use every day, so that’s really...
