Window Over The Sink

While I have always liked the name Elizabeth, I have never felt that it suited me. I referred to myself as Yitzy when I was small enough that everyone else in the family called me Lizzie and I couldn't pronounce it, but I have been Liz every other minute of my life. A few people still call me Lizzie or Lizbeth, and that's okay because of who they are, but I am still Liz. But this morning when I dropped my coffee pod and banged my head on the counter when I bent to pick it up,

by Darlene Fredette Why we fall in love with book series…and why we never want them to end. A standalone novel can sweep you away for a few hours, but a series gives you a deeper connection. There’s something magical about opening the first book in a series. You think you’re stepping into a story, but before long, you realize you’ve stepped into a world. A well-crafted series doesn’t just entertain. It invites you to stay awhile. Welcome to Redford Falls My own series, Redfor

Yesterday, I washed the towels, went to a doctor's appointment, stopped and bought a gallon of milk, dried, folded, and put away the towels, changed the sheets, took the ornaments off the Christmas tree, thought about taking the recycling to the school, fed the cats twice, fixed supper, and ran the dishwasher. If I add all of those things up, not including the hour and a half or so I spent going to the doctor and buying the milk, I probably have another two hours of actual do

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

by Jan Scarbrough   Why do we run ourselves ragged before the Christmas holidays? Why do we shop until we drop? Decorate the house inside and out? Fret over new Elf on the Shelf locations? Because we have wonderful Christmas memories of our own childhood—family gatherings at grandmother’s house, toys from Santa under the tree, church pageants and choir concerts, and volunteers at red kettles ringing bells in the cold. My cousin recently posted an old home video on Facebook an

by Susie Black While almost everyone is familiar with the story of Christmas, Hanukkah, or the Jewish Festival of Lights, is a much lesser-known holiday whose history goes back to well before the birth of Christ. Like most holidays, Hanukkah is steeped in tradition and is celebrated with special foods and events. Hanukkah commemorates a successful rebellion and is a joyous celebration of bravery, miracles, fighting for one’s beliefs, and overcoming the challenges of overwhelm

by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy "One of our family traditions is to collect special ornaments as keepsakes. One of my first ornaments was also my first doll, gifted to me by my grandmother. The star dates back to my dad's childhood in the 1940's." He wore a blue mailman’s uniform, not the classic red suit and fur-trimmed hat but my Uncle Roy filled the shoes of Santa Claus as well as anyone I’ve ever known. In 1972, he made one little girl’s Christmas both bright and memorable w

by Liz Flaherty This is from the first year of the Window Holidays Project. In a way, it was the easiest year, because friends were eager to come, more people liked to write and read blogs, and it was all positive. In 2022, we needed positive, didn't we? We still do. But even then, there were times when it didn't work out and a friend or I filled in the blank space. Even though I've changed it a little, I'm covering over the space today. Thank you for stopping in. I so love h

by Carol Light I live in South Florida in a semitropical climate more hospitable to flamingos than reindeer. Even so, the holiday season is alive and well here, although I wouldn’t bet on Santa arriving on a snowy roof with his bundle of presents. And what would he do on that roof other than suffer heat stroke in his red suit? After all, there’s a distinct lack of chimneys in this area. While some of my neighbors have fireplaces, most of us don’t. It’s been several years sinc

by Kyra Jacobs ‘Tis the season for festive posts at Liz’s beloved Window Over the Sink! I’m so happy to be back, because to write a post worthy of the window  means I’ll need to slow down. Consider. Reminisce. Dream. It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, something I used to find such joy in. Self-expression at its finest, tucked safely behind a keyboard and computer screen, sharing my experiences and the emotions that came with them. Some of you continue to be AMAZING, dedica

by Nan Reinhardt I love to sing. I can’t sing. I mean I have a truly terrible voice, but I love to sing. Especially at Christmas. So Pandora’s Christmas Classics starts playing at our house before Thanksgiving and NPR gets switched to the Christmas station on the car radio as soon as B105.7 becomes all Christmas music all the time. I’ve played James Taylor’s holiday CD so many times I’m surprised it isn’t worn through and at least four times a week, I hunt for the Eagles vers

by Kim Janine Ligon I have been nostalgic for the Christmases of my childhood. I stay awake remembering half the night away. Mother was Mrs. Christmas. She loved everything about it and was all in on the shopping, feasting and decorating.  Daddy always selected a tree that was too tall, even though we had twelve foot ceilings in the living room. Mother made sure "the bad side" was hidden in the corner. We all decorated with homemade ornaments, fragile glass balls and lots and