Dallas here.
Can somebody please tell me what’s wrong with my mama?
The Doors of Mardi Gras
Mardi Gras is BIG on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
Hurry up, Spring!
Being exposed to what might be the worst and longest winter on record has made me extra-vigilant about finding signs Spring is on its way.
Just What Constitutes Improper Dressing?
When we were in Gulfport, we stopped by a local UPS store to check how much it would cost to send my son a Mardi Gras King Cake.
Carnival season is extra-long this year, thanks to a late Easter, so the partying and frivolity kicked into high gear before we could make it back to Illinois. And no way was I going to let Domer miss out on something he loves so much (if I could’ve shipped Dallas, both my guys would’ve been thrilled, ha!)
Is that feeling more than just the blues?
My mother is the latest in her family to be diagnosed with a Vitamin D deficiency.
Vitamin D, to recap what we learned in health class, is the “Sunshine Vitamin.” Our bodies need D to help absorb Calcium and to strengthen our immune systems.
Comfort Among the Dead
Some of our greatest treasures we place in museums; others we take for walks. — APlaceToLoveDogs
Dallas here.
Mama is working on her novel, so she gave me permission to commandeer her blog again.
Permission — hah!
Blast from the Past
When we were in Gulfport, Mama gave me a stack of memorabilia including photos, notes, etc.
Not that she’s parceling out her things in preparation of “the Great Beyond.”
No, these are my things. Things she was tired of saving for her nomadic daughter.
An Indoor Sand Castle?
For the past seven or so years, a Florida company has traveled to Edgewater Mall in Biloxi, MS, to “build” an immense sand sculpture.
Before we left for the frozen North, I got a chance to take some photos and learn a bit more about this project.
(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday
Greetings from Gulfport, MS, home of yesterday’s ice storm Leon.
Those of you (like my son Domer) who have endured months of snow and cold might not think much of our “little wintry mix,” but let me assure you, it’s way worse than it looks.
Down I Go…Again
When I was an infant, I was christened with the middle name of “Anne.”
“Anne” means “grace,” and I can only suppose my parents hoped their daughter would turn out graceful.
Sadly, I did not.
In fact, if there’s any way I can possibly fall over something, I manage to do just that.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 