Okay, so its only one wall and we’ve got a long way to go in our little DIY kitchen makeover, but the latest addition to our ever-evolving “Ball Wall,” as we call it, is worth celebrating. We love the “Ball Wall” solution, but where to store the lids — and to keep with our simplify-simplify-simplify…
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Palisade peaches ‘n green chili salsa, a Western Colorado early fall favorite
One of many benefits of living in Western Colorado is the abundance of fresh local foods, from home gardens to area farmers and cooperatives. We’re very fortunate to live in such a rich agricultural area. With several cases of delicious Palisade peaches to “do something with” this weekend, we sectioned them into peach projects. We…
Hotel Colorado in Glenwood Springs offered historic base for four relaxing August days away
Overlooking the steaming Glenwood Hot Springs stands historic Hotel Colorado, built in 1893 for $750,000, complete with its Unsinkable Molly Brown penthouse suite. (She was a big fan of the Hotel.) We arrived early evening on a warm August Monday, checked in, delighted to see that they’d recently installed small window unit air conditioners in…
City sounds: I’m where I need to be right now
“Good morning Mom!” Are my favorite text messages. Love being in my daughter’s space these past few weeks… getting to know each other again… (I melted when I saw this little “Call Your Mom” block on the table next to her front door, of course. I know…) Feeling blessed beyond anything I could’ve possibly imagined….
Grandpa’s scrapbooks
A career US Marine who served in China and Korea after enlisting at age 14, my grandpa Albert Tidwell finally retired from military service in the late 1950s. He then became a teacher, professional writer, authored several books and wrote a weekly column in his local newspapers. He was a brilliant — and hilarious — storyteller…
When I forgave my parents, I found my… self
“And when he finally did let me drive, I tried to will myself to drive the car into a pole; I was that miserable. I didn’t want to be his wife; it meant I was his property; but I had you two little girls; and y’all were delightful; he was…” My mother’s voice trailed off,…
As the chips, and the hair, fell from my shoulders …
Presence of mind Clarity of thought I know who I am For I see who I’m not While in the hair salon the other day, my awesome stylist, who has been cutting and coloring my hair for over a decade, commented that the past few times I’ve been in, she’s noticed that I seem much…
