Today I have searched my Archives to bring you a post from last February 7:


Our connections in life ignite us and help us get through our days.  The symbol of my connections (above) has been my One Word for the past two years.

And the people in my life…cement the connections.

Today I’m sharing a few of those people.  My No. 2 Son, below, loves connecting with his three kids over favorite sports.

Or he loved spending time in Europe with his daughter, when she enjoyed a semester in Prague.

Here is my No. 1 Son with Aubrey, in Prague…wrapped in a snow globe.

Back home…here is a photo of my daughter…and youngest grandson (in his ROTC uniform).


A holiday party:  Heather, far left, and her coworkers…

Here is Noah, several years ago.  I love this one!



Two years ago, my granddaughter Fiona and I went far north to the beach, and spent time with my youngest son.  Here she is, walking the beach with him.

And (below), here is a blast from the past:  Me, Christmas in 1970, in Sacramento, CA.


Life’s moments, past and present, are best enjoyed with our special connections.

What ignites you?  What moments are memorable?



One of my favorite bookshelves holds fewer books since my Purges of 2015…and I love how the family photos are now highlighted next to the remaining books.

Below, note the bookshelf before the purges, but you can see some of the interesting “harlequin” detail on the front; there is more on the sides, not visible here.  I’ve had this shelf for many years.



I like snapping shots of my book stacks, too, and here is one spotlighting some “up next” books…and a Coca Cola glass filled with iced tea.



When I drink my iced tea, I add two packets of Sweet & Lo, which does not make it “sweet tea,” as I’ve learned from reading my Southern novels.

My current read, The Night the Lights Went Out, by Karen White, has a character named Sugar, who is 90-something…and she makes a big production about the correct way to make “sweet tea.”  I’m loving the book.



As Mother’s Day looms on the horizon, I am remembering many of them from the past.  Way back to when the kids were little and brought trays of breakfast food.  Sometimes the toast was burnt, but the memories are even more precious.

Over at Potpourri, I commemorated last year’s Mother’s Day in  A Year Ago:  Revisiting Mother’s Day 2016.

I especially enjoyed the “love art” my daughter gave me, which I cherished by hanging it on my family wall in the office.



What events or mementos remind you of great times with family?