Ukrainian eggs -- called 'Pysanky' -- are exquisite.  Some years ago while visiting Daughter #1 in Vancouver I learned how to make them. I proudly displayed my one beautiful egg in my china cupboard . . . until it was accidentally dropped by some little hands.  I was sad, but this past Christmas, the mother … Continue reading Ashes and Eggs →

I learn so much from kids. I love and need to be around them. I’d asked Little Pookie how she liked Ethiopia (they were visiting) and she answered with a sad voice, “It’s good but things don’t always turn out right and I just have to give up about it.” Yep. She is quickly learning … Continue reading Give Up About It →