Growing up, I wasn’t in the kitchen much with my momma. Once in a while, I would help her ice some whoopie pies or make nachos and cheese on Sunday nights. I remember making pizza Triscuits with her, too. But when it came to cooking dinner or baking, I didn’t help much other than setting
My heart was racing a mile a minute. My palms were getting sweaty. “Why? Why is he opening this darn card now? This wasn’t the plan!” I thought to myself. As Chris opened the card, I don’t think he truly knew what he was going to read. Could I run to my cousin’s Hyundai Sonata
The first day of starting my new math class in Mrs. Buck’s room didn’t start off in my favor. I know I have shared this story before, but I’ll give a refresher and tell it again for any new readers. My mom had packed me a water bottle where the lid had issues locking all
Love Month starts this week. When I think of February, I think about love, hearts, the colors red and pink, and flowers. It’s hard to believe it’s that time of year. I feel like I was just throwing our jack-o-lanterns out yesterday and saying goodbye to Halloween. Time, where do you go? Wasn’t it just
I’ve never dreaded or not liked grocery shopping. I love going up and down the aisles, looking to see if anything new strikes me. It’s somehow really relaxing to me. I think it’s the foodie in me. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I can’t wait to go. There are days here and
I only needed a few things when I went to the store before the snowstorm two weeks ago. I went to Aldi’s to get most everything I needed that afternoon. I needed Velveeta cheese and fresh Italian bread, which they don’t carry. So, my husband dropped me off on the way home after dinner with
