cogdog on It’s taken me 51 years to get around to baking cookies. Honoring Mother’s Day and my mom’s own tradition it seemed time to try. As a diabetic, chocolate chip cookies don’t work too well (yeah I know there is imitation chocolate), but recently I noticed in the inside of the Quaker Oats bin was a […]
cogdog on cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog Today would have been my Mom’s 83rd Birthday, and in honor of her memory and love of butterflies, I asked Tim Owens to do a Makerbot print of a butterfly ornament. If you want to a description of her belief about butterflies, listen to this […]
cogdog on cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog Today was the day many people around here in Mom’s neighborhood were waiting for- a chance for them to show their love and sorrow and memories for Alyce at a memorial tribute at a place […]
cogdog on Today is Sunday, I am reaching for the phone to call Mom (still, forever in my “favorites”), but alas, set it down. My day is brightened. Yesterday while at my friend’s soccer game, I saw a butterfly waft over the field. The #cookielove that started September 4 rolls on — and I keep piling it […]
cogdog on I cannot say much more than thanks for the wave of cookie making/sharing that occurred yesterday in honor of my mom (see http://bit.ly/cookielove). I saw activity everywhere from Calgary to Buenos Aires, from Vancouver to Florida, from Portal AZ to London, sharing with dog walkers, roofers, homeless in San Francisco, garage sales in Guelph. There […]
cogdog on cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by cogdogblog One of my mom’s recently acquired phrases was her being “blown away” by something positive, and I am sure those would be her words at seeing what by internet friends are doing in her honor tomorrow. Thanks to Martha Burtis and Giulia Forsythe (I think […]
cogdog on We carried the box out of the car and set it gently on those straps, suspended over the hole. I shall never ever forget that lonely creaky sounds those straps make when released, when Mom went into the ground. I spoke about how I was worried when I told mom in March that I had […]