Window Over The Sink

Welcome to 2026 at the Window Over the Sink. I laughed at myself when I sat down to write this because here I am, the first Saturday I've had a blog to write in ... well ... weeks, and I don't have anything to write about. No complaints. No jubilation. No deep thoughts on growing old or trees or round bales. While I can't say 2025 was a great year, I will say it went fast. I would say I'm grateful for that, but I'd really like to slow time down, so I won't. I hope you had a g

by Debra Jo Myers Winter. Many people love the beauty of snow falling, while others dread it thinking about shoveling or driving in it. We’ve had measurable snow already this winter, I thought it was a good time to talk about the wonder of snowflakes. Snowflakes are intricate and unique displaying stunning geometric patterns creating delicate works of art. You can find them in a variety of shapes, depending on the temperature they encounter falling through the atmosphere. No

by Cathy Shouse Since it’s the day after Christmas, I thought it would be fun to talk about toys, both the ones we were given and those we have given. I got the idea from a blog post I read recently. It made me think about toys in a new way. My family always made Christmas morning fun, and toys were a huge part of the excitement. We got “Santa” toys that were not wrapped every year. I’m thinking now the sacrifices they might have made to do that for three kids. I researched

by Liz Flaherty This is my day for Window Holidays, but I didn't get it done. Just as I missed a few people on the cards list and ran out of cards. Just as I forgot things I meant to get for ones on my presents list. But today, and the season, isn't about perfection, is it? While I believe Jesus was and is perfect, the rest of us aren't quite the same. I don't think we're meant to be, either--not that anyone asked me. So in addition to what is in the graphic below, I wish you

by M. J. Schiller Hi! Reading all the posts from Liz’s Christmas guests has made me nostalgic for my days of Christmas Past. Usually, the day after Thanksgiving I’d begin decorating the house. We had a party every year in the first or second week of December, so everything needed to be in its proper place. Next would come the baking. I could never decide on what cookies to bake, so I’d end up with anywhere from 10-15 different kinds. This year, without the kids at home, I’ve

by Tanya Agler Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I remember my grandmother’s house at Christmastime. The tree had silver garland with an angel on top, the nut rolls were fresh out of the oven and sprinkled with powdered sugar, and the train layout took up almost the entire Florida room. My grandmother loved model trains and every year, she’d set up her model HO scale railroad on a layout with houses and businesses set up as a small town. There was a church, city hall, and a

by Margie Senechal I have come to the conclusion that baking is my love language--which is why I was late getting this post to Liz in time to get it posted. Okay, back to me and baking. Just for the record, I'm not a happy cook and consider it my nemesis that I have to conquer a few times a week in order to feed my family.  But, baking--   As the daughter of a professional cook and baker, you'd think I would've garnered many a tip. And you'd be wrong. My dad was an instinctua

by Debra Jo Myers Having just wrapped up a fabulous theater run at Ole Olsen Memorial Theatre portraying Sue in Heck the Dolls with Chardonnay , my own holiday memories have been on overload. For those who didn’t see the play, it centered around a character, Grandma Sue, sharing memories of holidays gone by with her granddaughter. Each one is portrayed in a flashback featuring a younger Sue. That’s the part I played. Reliving Sue’s memories sent me into my own holiday reminis

by Corinna Lawson Christmas is bittersweet. It’s a time for reflection of how the year has gone. It’s also a time for traditions that tend to remind us of times past, not always for the good.   That’s why It’s a Wonderful Life  is my favorite Christmas movie.   George Bailey is hanging on by his figurative fingertips. Nothing has gone as planned for his life. Twice he’s pulled back by responsibilities from his plans to escape the confines of Bedford Falls while others move on