By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I’ve taken to my bed, precious Dolly is dead. Not only does that sound like a great hook for a sad country song, it is my current state. I am tore up.
Dolly Parton is a national treasure. So how in the best nation in the entire world did we let her go? We’ve...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
For the record, Mr. Kaminski is no longer allowed to select culinary outlets for dining. It’s just not working out for me.
Last Saturday while in Galveston, he was on the gumbo train. I get it. We were on the coast where seafood abounds. It makes sense to want...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
Mr. Kaminski offered to take me to breakfast on Saturday. We’ve both been working long hours, so it was a nice respite to not have to make a weekend breakfast. Plus, there was that nasty inconvenience of our air conditioning going out on Friday night, and the temp in...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
Now y’all I love a good deal. I’m all about the hunt, the find, the procurement. It’s my spiritual gift.
I have my fav hunting grounds, and I consistently add to the list when a new find meets my criteria. I will drive out of my way and use a quarter tank of...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
There’s a word I’ve heard with a significant degree of regularity over the past 15 years or so – a word that as a child, I never recall hearing.
I’m not at all certain that the word, or the concept, even existed when I was growing up. Now that I look back on it,...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
There are very few things in life that I simply cannot live without. Though the years, I’ve learned to get by – and deal with – whatever comes my way. Sure, I have preferences, but they are not necessarily deal killers.
I prefer to not exist in a Texas summer...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
Even though I find myself not in Green Acres these days, it appears that I am still battling all forms of wildlife. I’m beginning to think it’s me.
First there was the telltale evidence of the wee rodent who apparently likes to eat the paper labels off the jars in...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I have made a monumental decision this month. It’s groundbreaking, one I highly recommend, and truth be told, I’m a repeat offender. I have decided to run away from home.
The precedent for this particular activity was set several years ago. I blame Lisa Ann. Or...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I understand that with time – mostly as a result of necessity – acceptable attire changes. As women, we are certainly the winners in this wardrobe revolution as we are no longer required to wear full length skirts and corsets as society once dictated. Sure, we...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
Even though I’m grown with a big girl job and no babies at home to entertain, educate and elevate for three months of a sweltering season, summer still reads different. It’s a feeling, a mood, a vibe if you will. I think Ella summed it up best: “Summertime and...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
Mr. Kaminski likes to wander. He’s all about getting to a locale and then traveling to a different locale on a grand adventure, no planning, just a spur of the moment excursion.
I do not share his propensity for unprepared, unplanned, unpredictable wanderlust. I need...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I write. It’s just what I do. I am so blessed to have people who enjoy what I write and actually take the time to both read and tell me so. I don’t ever take that for granted. If I made someone laugh or prompted them to recall a particular moment in their...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
As women, we are expected to wear many hats. We’re not just wives, mothers, businesswomen, community leaders, philanthropists, chefs, property managers, housekeepers, HR directors, laundresses, mediators – we’re a combination of all it requires to exist in our...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I guess you could say I’m a pink girl. I like pink. I wore a pink suit just the other day – something I’ve never done before – and received rave reviews. Seems like the color suits me in my later life.
So, it was with much thought and consideration that I...
By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher
I like poems. I like alliteration. I like to rhyme. It’s just what I do.
Growing up, I wrote poems as invitations for my babies’ birthday parties. They were memorable. They were on theme. They were cute. At least I thought so, and that’s all that really...