It was a summer day and we’ve been out of school long enough that we’re bored. I’m old enough to have moved my room into the unfinished basement – probably 13 or 14. I have walls but my ceiling is open beams from the floor above me.
My sister, 18 months younger than me, has a friend over. They’re bored. They are running between the basement and then the upstairs. I can hear them near my door, and then pattering off. I figure they are in the storage room across the hall, or in the closet adjacent to my room. But I don’t know what they are doing and I don’t really care. I’m just doing my own thing. Continue reading
A year ago someone shared with me an amazing quote from Anne Lamott to help encourage me to tell my stories:
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them they should have behaved better.”
Here is another one.
After posting my reminiscent The Worst Dinner Guest Ever post I was reminded about the REAL worst dinner guest ever… Continue reading
I have always loved to be a host. If you’ve been to my house you’ll know this to be true. I haven’t always been an amazing cook, and to some standards I might still be far from one. But I have always been a good hostess. I was reminiscing about my early days as a hostess and thinking about lessons I’ve learnt, things that I’ve changed and I remembered the biggest lesson of all. No matter how hard you try or how gracious you are you will never be able to please everyone. Settle in, this is the story of my the worst dinner guest ever. These guests, we shall call them D & A, were really good friends of my co-host and I was hopeful that we’d also become close, so remember there is a lot riding on this going well.
Disclosure, this was back about 8 years ago so my facts may not be perfect, but this is how I remember it ‘going down’.
At a family get together – not that long ago my husband had the pleasure of being introduced to some estranged extended family on my side. One of which, within moments of meeting, was fishing for an invitation to spend the night at our place about a week later on their way home. We were both hesitant. I – the relative – had not seen them in 2 or 3 years and we had never been close. (So you have a better understanding the estrangement we’ve been together for 4 year and the husband hasn’t met them until now.) I was thinking about all the terribly awkward things that could happen and then I decided that I would put my big girl pants on and invite them to stay with us. What is the worst thing that could happen? And they are family, right?