My mother and her sister...

My Mother, on the left, Stephanie and her sister, Helen. They look so young in this picture but have been gone for so long. Her birthday was on January 26th. I think of her so often. I was sixteen when she died at age forty-eight. I use her recipes still to bake for my family. She had  a short time but had such a profound effect on me and the way I live my life. I still feel her love. In the last few years family members have shared old pictures that give me a little more insight into the person my mother was.

I am trying so hard not to complain about our incredible weather. It is so cold. -18 this morning. So much snow. Frigid. Windy. I wear a scarf and slippers in the house to keep warm. My old front porch is connected to an old house with an old furnace...