On occasion, we will let Piper play on the floor. We only do this when we are there to supervise but while watching him, he has the run of the living room. He likes to push his toys across the wood floor, or toss his ball to us and have…
These Are A Few Of My Favorite First Things
During our first trip to Seattle in 1995, a friend and his wife met us at the airport to show us around. They were from California and very familiar with a coffee place that first started in this, the Emerald City. We went to the original, the first store of…
Breakfast In The Hamptoms
I never want to be someone who gushes about their spouse on social media, who complains about them all year until their birthday or anniversary rolls around. That represents everything I detest about the form. What I will offer, from time to time, are true stories of my life with…
DON’T VOMIT!
As you would probably imagine, I have most of the visual accessibility features turned on on my iPhone and iPad, the most obvious the large font. I was on a plane recently and being in such close quarters made me think about how someone with full sight could easily read…
Becoming A Daughter In My Fifties
=Sister Rain’s Note: This is the eighth story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…
Piper’s Tagline
A little bird, a lot of energy. #sisterrain #birdmom #adoptdontshop #parrotsofinstagram #conure #ahelpingwingparrotrescue #piper #alittlebirdalotofenergy #piperstagline
What Did She Say?
On our last night in Port Orchard, Washington, we ended our wonderful week-long stay by going to Carter And Company for ice cream. It was a lovely night, so we took our cones outside. Two young men approached, one carrying flowers and a sign. They discussed a plan of some…
Power That Needs No Battery
Other than getting back to Piper, I am never ready for a trip to be over. That said, like everyone, once the time comes, if I gotta go, I just want to get there. And so I found myself on a Monday night at Philadelphia International Airport, sitting on one…
Cello, Doggie (An Optic-Neuropathy Illusion)
While waiting for my husband to go get the rental car upon our arrival at SeaTac International Airport, I sat on one of our suitcases. It was a beautiful October morning, I was so happy to be there. Funny how the second time you arrive at an airport in a…
Proving My DNA To The DAR
ISister Rain’s Note: This is the seventh story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…