Not exactly sure how it started, but she remembered her grandmother always watching her “soaps,” never without a crochet hook in hand, the girl with the red hair became infatuated with making the cutesy stuff most people no longer took the time to learn. … More Anatomy of a Baby Blanket
A sweltering, sticky heat means its summer in the Midwest. As far back as I can remember my dad’s family travels out to the family farm for the Fourth. Although currently spread out across four states, our family comes together in the middle of the week to partake in bonfires, weenie roasts (as my grandmother calls them), s’mores and fireworks. The last several years, Mother Nature has tried to rain on our parade, quite literally, resulting in Roman Candles being shot off the porch, and sparklers waving from the front steps. … More Happy Fourth of July
It was an evening where I realized I hadn’t attended a live concert event in quite some time and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why, when music seems to be at the center of every soul fulfilling moment. Think about it: your favorite memories come back in a flash with that familiar tune on the radio. You remember people, places things. “Your song” becomes the important decision for dancing at a wedding. Is there a DJ or a live band? Will there be an orchestral trio or the more traditional organ music? But it starts before that: … More New Horizons: An Evening of Jazz & Concert Band
Childhood memories are filled with theatres full of drama and music. Campuses with the most assorted colors, and hedges perfectly trimmed. In all reality, we probably didn’t go all that much, and other than The Nutcracker and Oklahoma, I can’t remember the specifics of many of the productions I saw. However, I am eternally grateful for being introduced to such things at an early age. … More Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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