“Dry January?”

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I understand that at any given time, I am likely not the smartest person in the room.  I’m good with that.  I really enjoy talking with folks who possess a different skillset than I do.  I still love to learn, and I will ask a gazillion questions.  It’s why I read...

Winter Woes

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I left Texas mid-November.  It was a balmy 70 degrees as it tends to be in Texas during a cool spell.  While I was headed West to a colder climate, I had no worries.  After all, I had a coat there, along with sweaters, sweats and such.  I was good. Headed BTT (back to...

The Jammie Jaunt

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Suddenly, unexpectedly on Christmas Eve, it happened.  Mr. Kaminski had a revelation. “Let’s go to Walmart,” he declared. “Baby, it’s nearly 5 pm.  I doubt Walmart is open,” I replied gently. “Oh, they are.  They are open until 6 pm.  Let’s go!” he...

A Momma’s Night Before Christmas

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa, Not a soul was stirring, except, of course, for the Momma. She had hung the stockings by the chimney with care, Knowing that Santa soon would be there. The halls were decked from head to toe, Momma’s fait...

Bad Habits

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I am acutely aware that my brain works in mysterious ways.  I percolate on such random things in my little mind in a rather unique fashion, and many times, these odd perspectives just come out – unadulterated and unfiltered.  I would say they give voice unexpectedly,...

Domestic Bliss?

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Much like the culinary arts, domesticity has always eluded me.  Just so we’re clear, it is not my fault.  I was raised by a mother who worked outside of the home always, and in her infinite wisdom, procured people to take care of the house, the child, the yard, the...

Ho, Ho Hiding

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I finally did it.  After years of threats – and promises – I’ve now acted on said promise. Or shall I say, acted up?  That’s a valid argument truth be told, but either way, I did it.  I ran away from home. I fully understand that my actions have consequences...

Locked and Loaded

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher It was bound to happen.  It was the inevitable next step in the holiday hustle.  So, I’m not really certain why it was such a shock? You know what they say about the best laid plans.  Well, I had a solid plan in place.  I was in the process of implementing said plan...

Christmas Carnage

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Every once in a blue moon, Mr. Kaminski is gone for a couple of days on business trips.  Now, of course, I proclaim that I am going to miss him dreadfully, and that I’ll likely just cry myself to sleep every night.  It’s these little embellishments that keep a...

Ho, Ho, No!

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher ‘Tis the season already – and it’s only mid-November.  Everywhere I look the holiday hustle and bustle is in full swing – and has been since early October.  Whatever happened to Thanksgiving?  You know the day we eat way too much and watch the big parade where...