I sat in admiration at the trifecta of coordinating wrapping paper I had selected, the bounce of the light off the shiny bows, the way the boxes nestle into each other. It had the same appearance from years past, in fact, it looked like a pretty abundant Christmas.
There’s been a lot of love and there’s been a lot of hurt. A steady dance of hardening and softening. We’ve had to rebuild ourselves a time or two–sometimes we see it coming and sometimes it catches us by surprise. But we always look back proudly at the positive result of pushing through.
Shaken Not Stirred Summer. Need I say more? Well, actually I have a year round job, so summer just means I have to pack lunches for summer… Read more “Basil Lemon Drop Martini”
Let me tell a little about my true heroin. Aunty Holly. She was one of those full of life, stunning beauty, unique, successful women. She was the… Read more “Preparing Your Family for Your Death”
Waste not, want not. Less is more. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. It has become rather apparent that we all need to step up and do our part to… Read more “KiniMama Saves the World! (One UnPaper Towel at a Time)”
All the coffee lovers, raise your mugs!! Coffee was my college-sweetheart and we’ve never lost touch. It’s true. Our relationship has changed over the years but the… Read more “Kinimama’s Crazy Good Coffee Creamer Recipe”