Pancake Morning

Sunday morning means pancakes. Or waffles. But usually pancakes. The smell of fresh batter being stirred in the mixing bowl is heavenly, worth the weekly wait in and of itself. That doesn’t even count the cakes on the griddle, tanning on one side and then the other, transforming from an oatmeal like substance into fully … Continue reading Pancake Morning

Shacking Up: Part 3

“The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love.” ~Lisa Loeb We painted the back porch together, but separately. It was a labor of love, really. I wanted Payne’s Blue Gray, and she wanted a kind of traditional blue, so we compromised… and used the kind of traditional blue. I didn’t … Continue reading Shacking Up: Part 3

Shacking Up: Part 1

“My little sister and my best friend… shacking up.” ~Ross Geller (Friends) Two more nights in the old house. 13 years of going to sleep and waking up here, with its creaky stairs, its hidden corners, and its turn-of-the-century ambiance. I remember when we moved in, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, back in the … Continue reading Shacking Up: Part 1