Pride in a Job Well Done

Do you want your kids to know exactly how you want to clean without having to constantly be told?

You have company coming this weekend and even though the house isn’t a complete mess, it still isn’t company ready. You told Child A to go clean the main bathroom and Child B to clean up the living room, while you head to the kitchen. An hour later you walk into the bathroom to check on Child A and find they have accomplished NOTHING, and Child B is sitting on the couch reading a book. This has happened to me more than once, and it drives me insane. My children have been old enough for a long time to…

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The Path to the Good Life

Another day of laundry and dishes has begun. The crying babies and needy toddlers are begging for my attention. My boys seem to think I’m supposed to feed them more than once a day, and believe I don’t know when they are lying to me. There are teenagers who just want school to be over. All this and it is only 8 am, and nap time is a long time away.


I certainly didn’t sign up for this when I said I wanted to be a Mama. I thought my children would…

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My Graceful Adornments

As far back as I can remember I had a love for handmade gifts and crafting. You would always find my aunts and Grandmas with some kind of crafting project in hand.dreamstime_xl_29947027
My dad’s mom, Mimi, was and still is always sewing something. They always made time for the things they loved whether it was quilting, crocheting, sewing garments or making dolls and bears. Everything was made with someone else in mind, sometimes it was a gift, but often it would be a project to be sold. These were women who not…

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Who is Lucile?

Everyone has that one person. This is the person that when you are with them, you are at complete peace. You know when you are with this person you are loved completely and wholly just the way you are.

From the time I was a little girl, my favorite place in the world was with my Grandma. My mom talks about how I never wanted to leave. There are pictures of me screaming when others are holding me, but if Grandma or Grandpa held me I would smile and giggle. I was adored. I was the center of their attention….

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