“Bear Hug”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I actually kinda miss him,” commented the eldest about his little brother. “My Dad said they’ll be home around 3-ish.”

“It’s after 3.” . . . So we continued playing until his Dad returned from a fun day deliberately doting on his youngest son, including a visit to a firehouse and his work, which ENORMOUSLY thrills the 4-year-old who loves to wear work clothes just like the Dad he so cherishes.

A lot went on while they were away too.

“I know Aunt Amy started it but still don’t do it!” the older sister, 6, advised the younger one after I’d playfully tossed a stuffed animal zebra her way – the munchkin had just used a toy orange gun in the family room to shoot me dead, after which she cackled loudly when I’d collapse dramatically and pretend to be a goner. The teeniest girl also spent time in the kitchen with the Mom she adores.

Always on the lookout to protect her offspring, my sis warned her youngest: “Don’t look directly at raw onions – you’ll cry, baby.”

Making homemade breading for chicken, my sister disclosed how her youngest son, out with Daddy, speaks. “’Chichen’ he calls it.”

“X-O! Maybe so!” the oldest girl shouted happily as she & her older bro played tic tac toe on the kitchen table. I taught my niece & nephew that they can actually use any sort of symbol besides “X” & “O” to play the game.

I’ll admit, at one point I did have major trouble in the bathroom. With the faucets. I was showing the one-year-old how to wash her hands with soap by spreading the soap all over your hands with different hand movements when suddenly I shrieked.

“Oh my gosh I can’t shut the water off!” The sink continued rising with water as I twisted both knobs to no avail. Thankfully my 8-year-old nephew answered my shouts for help & saved the day. Phew! How was I ever going to explain that one if the sink had overflowed creating a massive mess?

Upon the duo’s return, I asked the little guy his favorite part of his – deeply treasured & delightful – Day With Dad. Special times they were a brewin’: Before gushing about his second favorite activity of the day – buying a huge powerful action figure at Target – he casually replied as if I should’ve known the answer all along because it’s so obvious.

“Go to his wohk.”

By Aunt Amy




1 – Bald & 2 – Writer

As a permanently Bald cancer survivor with a Bachelor degree in Print Journalism, suffice it to say I am known for 2 main things:

♦ A Bare Head


♦ Being a Writer

Thus, I am always without fail kindly & generously given 1 of 2 gifts:

A Journal or a Hat

The good most recent news if that last night #1 on the above list got me a great new wool dark purple hat with a stylish flower on the side from my awesome friend Fran! The story behind my new headwear is that her daughter in London cannot wear the wool hat due to constant rainfall.

Thanks for the surprise gift Fran, I love it! 12-5-17.JPG

“Mistaken Identity”

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“Where’s the honey?”

“Give it up!”

“Yeah, give it up, that’s what I was about to say!”

On a quest to solve The Case of the Missing Honey, my curious Dad was on a much too long & tiresome self-appointed mission, hence our (my Mom & me) justified frustration. I finally confessed that I was the culprit, scooping honey from the plastic jar to act as a condiment for my Trader Joe’s chicken tenderloins.

For lunch that day my Dad had put together a hummus olive sandwich – minus the red pimentos in the middle of the olives that he always removes – & on the plate in front of me sat roasted vegetables, butternut squash, carrots, the all-important onion & cauliflower to be exact. The two of us sat across from each other at our little black kitchen table. I turned off the Food Network program I’d been watching because I highly prefer actual people over TV shows any day of the week.

Constantly inquisitive of who’s eating What Kind of Cuisine besides the ever-endearing quality of ALWAYS needing to know a food’s whereabouts or lack thereof, amusement fails to falter ’round my food-conscious father.

“What’s in the pan?” he wondered yesterday afternoon while glancing to his left at the skillet on the front right stove burner. No surprise there!

“They’re grape leaves,” my Mom answered . . . But we had yet to be enlightened with my Dad’s droll one-of-a-kind interpretation.

“They look like cigars in the dark.” 

Grape Leaves aka Cigars 12-4-17.JPG

The End

By fellow foodie aka daughter #3 on 12-4-17



EXACTLY 4 of My Views, Too – with THE BEST Saved For Last

§ D.L. Moody said in his final illness, “Soon you will read in the newspaper that I am dead. Don’t believe it for a moment. I will be more alive than ever before.”

 § Then I read this that I have to share because I agree 150%. “Death is not an end. It’s a transition. Death dissolves the bond between spirit and body. Ecclesiastes 12:7 says, ‘The dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.’ Death is simply a doorway to another world.”

§ And Goals

 In This Challenging Life

 In This Imperfect World

are Important, Right?

Mine is to live like these words in chapter 5, “in light of eternity.”

§ Most Fascinating Concept OF ALL – “Let’s read our own obituary . . . as an onlooking angel might write it, from heaven’s point of view. Let’s examine it carefully . . . let’s use the rest of our lives here to edit that obituary into what we really want it to say.”


  • Taken from Randy Alcorn’s 5th chapter of his insightful novel Deadline