Last night seemed like the end of the holiday season. College students are most likely still home, and the calendar shows the Epiphany is tomorrow. So, who knows? The beginning of a new year may even have some "wizardry" in store, a seemingly magical, transformative power of influence. Based on the final score in last night's game, the Wizards had no transforming power or influence, but the opposing team, the Minnesota Timberwolves, sure did, beating the Wizards 141-114. Whe

When my quilting bee-mate, Debbi Carter, revealed a quilt that she made for her uncle several months ago, I knew I had to make one for "The Best Daughter" and her family. The only trepidation I had about making this quilt was the paper-pieced black lab that sits in the middle. I can do almost everything in the quilting world, but I'm on the struggle bus when it comes to paper piecing. I get all twisted up with where to put the next piece and so on. Oh, I've tried, believe me.

For the last several years, I’ve used the 1996 Broadway Musical Rent song, written by Jonathan Larson: Seasons of Love, as my signature sign-off for the year. The song’s lyrics ask what the proper way is to quantify the value of a year of human life in 525,600 minutes. Here is the equation: 365 days × 24 hours per day × 60 minutes per hour = 525,600 minutes in a year. Plus, over the last two weeks, I’ve been pondering how to end my blog on the last day of the year, capturing

Drug store shopping is not only for picking up prescriptions sent in by your doctor, and your favorite candy bar staring at you in the face at the register. It also carries 50% off cheeky Christmas “crap” the day or two after Christmas. When my two sisters, Kimberly and Annette, and niece, Shana, thew the gauntlet down to drug store shop this morning, I was all in on the adventure. When we lived in Ohio, a favorite Drug Mart store was less than a mile from our house. I shoppe