Roses, Sweets, Bubbles and Sparkles

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher It’s Valentine’s porch sitters – the most romantic holiday of the year where everything is roses, sweets and bubbles.  I love all of that – add sparkles to my list – and I’m all in for a good Valentine’s Day.  Fortunately, Mr. Kaminski typically comes in...

The Bug Battle

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher There I was at my desk, minding my own business, working feverishly on projects due within the next 24 hours, and I heard it.  It sounded like a small twin engine plane was landing in my back yard.  It was beyond distracting and loud – really loud. For a minute, I...

The Princess Bed

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I like a good princess bed.  A good princess bed makes me happy.  I like handmade quilts made with love by my Mawmaw, 500 thread count sheets, fluffy duvets, an exorbitant number of down pillows – all the things.  And I like my bed tall.  I don’t want to have to...

Texas and Snow

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Now there are a lot of things in this world that just don’t mix.  Oil and water, alcohol and bleach, baking soda and vinegar – unless you are making a volcano for your baby’s science project – the list goes on and on.  But in South Texas there’s one thing for...

“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...

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