Sassafras Mama

The backstory:   For years, JT could not blow his nose.  No matter how hard I tried, the skill escaped him.  By the time he was 10, he figu...

My go-round with the Mohs Procedure on my nose left a nasty scab and, worst than that, the prospect of a significant scar and a nostril so...

Later on this morning I have the plastic surgery that will fix my nose.  Despite the many jokes that I am seeking a Michael Jackson-like ap...

Though I sometimes wish I could re-play a day in the company of a pre-schooled aged JT, he's no longer a lap-sized bundle of silly li...

Last week was cold and blustery, a reminder that winter is on its way.  In my mind, days like this demand a warm bowl of soup for supper.  T...

Tuesday's surgical proceeding has left me with an unpleasant scrap of gauze and tape on my nose.  I'm under orders to leave the wou...

I grew up in California and my sister and I spent days in the pool, never with any sunscreen because we were the brown-as-a-berry type girl...

Nearly every house I lived in while I was growing up had an entrance from the garage into the house.  That was the door we most often used ...

As of last weekend, my local Wegmans is set up for Christmas but still wishes to sell its Halloween largesse.  Thus, this display. It...

One of my regrets when I moved from teaching teenagers to teaching 6th graders was the fact that teens on the cusp of adulthood often have ...