Sitting here, ironing my son’s coat for his culinary competition this weekend and I get a little misty eyed thinking bout going through the weekend without him at home. Just a few weeks away from his graduation and I already can’t stand him being out of the house? I think how that may sound odd to people but seems perfectly normal to me. It’s not that he hasn’t been away from home before. It’s not that I want him to live with me forever. It’s simply that I love my son and miss his presence in my house. 

Even when he is in his room, just knowing that he is safe and close by warms my heart. I know it can be a cold, cruel world out there and I have never been in any rush to put my kids out in it. No one has to tell me that young birds must leave the nest in order to learn to fly. I am certainly aware of the fact that my chicks are bound to take a tumble and are likely to encounter rough winds. I am confident in the job I have done, and in my son’s resilience and strength to know that he MAY fall, but he WILL get back up and soar again!

I’m not sad that the time has come for him to start the next chapter of his life. I am not even sad that he is excited about the upcoming changes and moves. I am even happy that he has another special female in his life. All these things prove what a fine job I have done of teaching my son the things he needs, to become the man he is. 

I will miss all the special things we have shared over the course of 18 years : sport practices, garage sale adventures, drama club meetings, themed birthday parties, “sceneic” drives, frenzied tennis matches, lazy movie days, Tuesday pizza nights. The list goes on and on …

There are so many things I know will change. What keeps my heart whole and my spirit at peace is knowing that the one most important thing will always remain the same. 

I love my son … and he loves me. 





Why do people make lame excuses for simple things? 

I’ve been a single mom; a full-time employee; a single mom with two jobs; a full-time mom, employee and college student … 

and yet somehow I always found time to do the things that mattered to me and keep in touch with the people that mattered.

Why do so many people seem to have that problem?

Love all excuses they come up with, when the simple truth is they just don’t want to keep in touch.

O but you know when they call you or want to see you, they don’t understand why you are  not jumping through hoops for the honor!

Is it a male/female thing? A generation thing?? A culture oddity or maybe a geographic distinction … ??? 

The world may never know.

That concludes today’s vent for Things-That-Make-You-Want-to-Stab-A-Person-in-the-Throat. 

You will now be directed to the remainder of your perfectly sane evening.



It’ so easy to let time get away from you. 

Putting off doing things until ‘tomorrow’ somehow becomes a  month from now.

Holding on to hurts and grudges so long you forget what you were upset about.

Having a wide circle of ever growing family that you kinow nothing about.

I’m sad that it took the passing of a loved family member to bring such things to light.

Wishing I could have said goodbye, that hurts.

Thinking maybe he didn’t know I cared, that hurts.

Not knowing who else I might miss, that hurts.

No going back to change things, that’s a fact.

But maybe in honor of my dear great uncle,

I can promise to do better by my lost family.

I can take the first steps;

I will hold out my hand;

I will forgive;Image

I will send out love.




a tool is any physical item that can be used to achieve a goal, especially if the item is not consumed in the process.

We all know that man has been using tools in one form or another since they started walking. There are countless examples of animals who also use tools made from their environment. Although many may think this is a day dedicated solely for a man to buy or play with power drills, that is not the case. Many women in this day and age not only own their own tools but have a better understanding of how to use them than do some men.

Today I encourage everyone to feed their macho side and lift high their hammers; charge boldly forth into your house and find at least one thing to fix. Pull out your tool box (or bag) and celebrate having the right tools for the job!


A Rose by Any Other Name …



This day honors the seldom used middle name that often sets a person apart from others. Also known to alert you to the amount of trouble you are in when your mother uses it in conjucture with your first and last name.

Example : Cailean Emmett Stone! ! !

I’ve always been very proud of my name because it is unique and means something special to me. It is a name that is found in several people from both sides of my family, in various forms.

I love the way my mother named me and my siblings to have the same initials (JAA).  I have made it a tradition when I named my boys and gave them matching initials (CES).  It actually takes more thought and planning than people may think, especially if you pick each individual name for a particular reason. I don’t know how unique that is across the country, but it means something to my little family. 

Anntonette : English, highly praiseworthy. From a Roman clan name. Associated with the Greek anthos, meaning flower. Feminine for Anthony.