My first memory of coffee is its rich aroma drifting through the dark house early in the morning, mingled with the smell of pancakes...

My family moved to the big city when I was 12 from a small, midwestern town. At school, my pronunciation (feesh, deesh) and country ways...

This would be my mom, Olive’s 107th birthday and she always loved telling about her entrance into the world. The family lived in a log...

Every summer dad would maneuver his Ford sedan, bumping down dirt roads, mom screaming, "Watch that rut! We'll fall in!" It was our...

My first sewing project at age ten was done on a treadle machine. It was a flower print, elastic-waistband skirt made for a 4-H badge,...

As a little girl, like many, I played dress-up, pretending I was a movie star or another fancy character. I raided my mother Olive's...

The sun is brilliant and like people, the dogs are wanting to rise off their orthopedic beds, get their leashes and WALK. Buster, my...

Cats were a fixture at our house during my early years. My mother, Olive, especially liked cats with extra toes so it looked as though...

Meet Olive (of Bobbin' Olive, of course.)