Articles tagged with: family
I got sick. Then everything fell apart.
I was rushed to the emergency room by ambulance. And I’ll never forget the look on the surgeon’s face.
“But I can’t have surgery. I just can’t,” I said, wailing hysterically.
He looked at me matter-of-factly and said words that still …
Oh, brother! Pioneer Woman book giveaway!
Ree Drummond’s “Black Heels to Tractor Wheels” book tour is now over, but if you didn’t snag her pretty scrawl on your copy, you’re in luck.
Like big-time luck.
Ree told me at the signing at Tulsa’s Mayo Hotel, “I’ve met some …
Mama {always} knows best
My mama has always clipped out inspiring things out of magazines, newspapers and church bulletins. When I was in college and struggling with growing up, she went into overload. I got envelopes stuffed full of things she wanted me to …
The stylish grandma: Tribal bib necklace
My great-grandma Hazel was always — I repeat, ALWAYS — dressed to the nines.
Her handbags rotated along with the shoes on her feet. Her hair was always perfectly coiffed, even if it was 6 a.m. and the only sign of …
A letter from my grandfather, circa 1913
Over the last year, I have become addicted to the Internet crack otherwise known as Ancestry.com. Oh, what a high.
I have been fortunate enough that other distant relatives have blazed a trail for me to follow. The research is grueling, …
Paying it forward for only 44 cents
When I was four years old, my father had a terrible accident and was in the hospital for months. During that time, complete strangers sent cards and encouragement.
My family has never forgotten that kindness.
With an angel baby on her hip …
Today, I want to live here: Farmhouse-chic kitchen
Even if you grew up in the city, there’s probably something familiar about a farmhouse kitchen.
I see one and am reminded of my Granny’s haven. I was only five years old when she died, but I still remember her kitchen. …
My So-Called Spoken Life, Vol. 1: Flying High
Sometimes you get tired of reading, I get it. I’m about to make it a little easier on you.
I talk to myself. {Oh, right… like you don’t?}. I talk myself out of things. I talk myself into things. I scold …
Today, I want to live here: The ballpark
I think one of the most marvelous places to be is in a ballpark. A professional park. A Little League park. In a city or a pasture. Full house or sparse crowd. Pays me no mind. All I need is …
Today, I want to live here: The front porch
When I was a girl, my grandma and I would sit on her porch together. On really steamy days, she’d take her glass of ice-cold sweet tea and press it against her face. To her, it was relief. To me, …
