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I was raised by my Puerto Rican mother and some of my earliest memories are of her in the kitchen. I remember the sounds of pots and pans clanking around, the smell of garlic and onions cooking in olive oil, the look on her face as she stood over the stove. And when my family got together, there was always laughter and noise coming from the kitchen. I quickly made the connection: kitchen/cooking = family/love.
Would love to know what your family does while you are traveling. How do you prepare them for your absence?
There are times I get so caught up in life that I forget to sit back and appreciate well, life.
What encourages me? Knowing that tomorrow is a brand new day and the lessons I learned today will help me become a stronger woman tomorrow.
Do you remember the Huey Lewis song "Working for a living," (taking what their giving cause I'm working for a living.)
Howdy Stranger! Welcome to Friends, Family + Laughter. Pull up a chair; grab a cup of coffee and get comfortable. Click around. You're among friends.
That is the question.
We call ourselves "crafty." We look at it like a hobby, an addiction, a break from the things we have to do.
I have decided that I am taking up where Ponce de Leon left off - I am after the fountain of youth, that elixir of life, the best kept secret to mankind: Serenity.
Have you ever had too much sugar in one day that you are flat worn out?
