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By Lisa Batten Kunkleman What’s a person to do with the unworn clothes smothering the air right out of the closet? It’s a common dilemma, or so I hear. Tossing them is out of the question, as landfills are always a last resort for me. If it can be handed down, sold, donated or refurbished […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman “I found five clippers and got stuck twice by the same pushpin while searching for one paperclip in your top desk drawer. I took the change for pain and suffering.” These are the words my husband texted to me while I vacationed by a lake. He included a photo […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman How is it possible to clean out my fridge, using my large sink as a holding spot for discards, filling said sink with outdated bottles and jars of condiments and beet remains while still ending up with a chockfull fridge? Dang! It hardly looks any different from when I started except […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman My day began with a soft pat on the arm and a nuzzle against my fingers. No, this was not my husband. It was our people-phobic beautiful FAT black cat, Daisy Mae. I had received a gift from the object of everyone’s desire. When I tried to return the caress, […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman The birds flew back into our empty nest. Quiet slipped out the back door, to be replaced by chatter, showers, cars and friends galore. The living room became a drop off spot for book bags, jackets, and laptops. Oh, and shoes, brass instruments and music stands. They’re ba-ack. And oh how […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman “Lisa I just realized I’m old. How did that happen?” Mom says. I say, “Beats me. You may be up there chronologically but you sure don’t act it. You and Betty White are ‘Da Bomb Diggity’.” Today is Mom’s birthday. Number eighty-something. Unbelievable. She can’t believe it either. If […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman I counted thirteen cars wrapped around Chic Fil-A on a beautiful Monday at lunchtime. Those were just the ones I could see. Not even counting the lanes further around the building. No way was I wasting my morning sitting in a take-out traffic jam breathing fumes. I parked in one […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman Returning from my morning walk, I see my black and white dog, Remy, waiting for me just on the other side of his invisible fence. Sheltie or border collie-sheltie mix, it doesn’t matter his official breed. He’s my shepherd. My bodyguard, and he takes his job seriously. Remy paces until I […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman My ancestors keep me up at night. Not in a haunting, spooky, hover-above-the-bed way but in an addictive, I can’t drag myself away from Ancestry.com kind-of-way. My obsession with family history intensifies with each passing year. I’m afraid other people will take precious knowledge to their graves like my grandparents […]
Beeps and Bongs and Chimes Oh My! By Lisa Kunkleman These days, I can get nagged from every corner of the house even when I’m all alone except for the animals. I’m used to my family ever so gently telling me when I’m doing something wrong or forgetting things but lately I’m getting reminders from […]
