Sassafras Mama

I love all things English; add in the English countryside in the interwar period and I’m sold.   This book, written in the early 1930s ...

My default response to troubling news is to announce that I will live in hope.   When I say that, I mean it.   It’s not always easy to ...

I’m following the stories of Sarah Sanders being asked to leave a restaurant and Maxine Waters urging Trump’s opposition to confront th...

This week, my son registers for his first set of college classes.   While I worry about sending my only child off to colleg...

I became a single mama in 2006 and for a few years everything had the potential to sting.   I put on a brave face and tried my very bes...

I haven’t been posting or writing very much in the past few weeks.   First, there was the usual end-of-school busyness (thi...

I’ve been planning to refresh the paint on my front porch for more than a year but the chore always felt like it could wait.   So it di...

The June front porch is cheerful and happy, with plenty of flowers and plants.  In the evening, there are twinkling fairy lights o...

At some point this past Winter, our incredibly patient office manager T gently suggested that she create a special box for my mail...

My parents flew into town on the Friday before JT’s graduation, on the heels of my nephew S’s own high school graduation.   They w...