The Power of One
This election cycle has truly been one for the record books – and seems to dovetail perfectly with this Twilight Zone of a year we call 2020. Several Saturdays ago, like many nights since...
Author: Christine
Lebanese Grape Leaves – Back to my Roots
In the midst of uncertainty and turmoil, sometimes it does the soul some good to return to our roots. On Thursday, I had the good fortune to have a medical appointment in the home...
Ancient Family Secret Revealed (aka my Banana Tea Bread)
Banana buying in my tribe works out similarly to the chip to salsa ratio theory — it never seems to get the right balance. One week I buy 6 bananas and they are gone...
Things I’ve Learned from COVID-19 Social Distancing/Shelter-in-Place
ONE – It’s easier to teach somebody else’s kids than your own. For my tribe, the beginning of our COVID-19 reality started March 13, when Virginia announced public PK-12 schools would be closed for...
Christmas 2019 (aka my Christmas letter)
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, except Mom herself. Clothing was strewn round the room with no care Knowing Mom would take care of the...
Kolacky Cookies – Christmas Tradition
It’s just not the holiday season in our tribe without baking at least a kajillion different kinds of Christmas cookies, a tradition I inherited from both the Lugar and Curry clans. Every holiday table...
Snowy Pecan Drops
With Christmas and the resident Grinch’s band Santa breakfast fundraiser right around the corner, it is time to dig out my Mom’s worn yet well-loved recipe box to see what magic it holds for...
Say What?!
Did you know that being able to hear is a luxury, even for children? Yes – you read that right – we don’t need to be able to hear the crickets, spring peepers, or...
Changing Seasons
“Youth is like spring, an over praised season … more remarkable for biting east winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in...
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