Open the Doorways to Comfort

Until she died at age 92, my cousin Betty’s words of welcome were always the same. “Now, you know I don’t cook, but I have plenty of beds, so plan to stay here when you come.” For breakfast, Betty served coffee with toast. Guests often cooked eggs or made sandwiches in her kitchen, but each evening, our hostess treated us to fresh seafood at a local restaurant. Soft pillows, fluffy towels, and hearty laughter at family stories enhanced Betty’s relaxed style of entertaining and wrapped us in a warm, put-your-feet-up sense of home. In a word, comfort. Whether in her…

Sharing Hidden Treasures During the Pandemic

“Hey! Look what I found,” my husband said. In each hand he held a hidden treasure he’d discovered amid cleaning products under the kitchen sink.  “That’s amazing,” I exclaimed, “Fantastic! I didn’t know we had any, but they were there all along.” An observer would have guessed we found gold nuggets. Hubby didn’t find gold, but maybe better than that, he scored, not one but two—drum roll please—containers of Clorox Wipes! Have you laughed with excitement when the grocery order contained toilet paper? We’ll tell great-grandchildren one day, “You think you have it rough? During the Covid-19 pandemic, we couldn’t…