Window Over The Sink

It's #WriterWednesday, and it's me again, along with 38 other writers whose works have been combined to create Gals Guide's Fifth Annual Anthology. This year's theme is Rebellion. Blurb: How do you rebel? Sparks of rebellion can be found from family stories to famous women of history. Ripples of rebellion can start small and grow into big movements. The stories and poems in this year's Gals Guide Anthology showcase the political, as well as the deeply personal, defiant acts o

I've had a busy week and I used this on another blog a few weeks ago; if you've already read it, sorry! It's about writing, and about me, and about the road both the writing and I have taken. It's parade day today. I hope you enjoy it and that Circus Week has been a resounding success! I started out writing sweet romance. Of course, I did. I was nine years old, typing a princess story on my aunt's portable Royal typewriter at a table on my grandparents' enclosed front porch

I wish we'd done better. I remember watching the 1976 national fireworks in our house on Rosewood drive. They were amazing. The whole bicentennial season had been amazing. I would tell our kids to remember this, because they wouldn't see its like again. They were six, four, and two--I'm fairly certain they don't remember much of it anyway. But I think I was right. They won't see its like again. Although I'm political enough to have absolute opinions on how we didn't do better

From 2011. Some things stay the same. Webster defines a father as “the male parent of a child.” However, when one parent is absent, the parent who’s doing the raising must fulfil both roles. Single mothers learn more about sports and changing oil and that time in their sons’ lives when they become walking, talking hormones than they ever wanted to learn. Single fathers attend more dance recitals, buy more clothes with lace on them, and learn the hard way to keep their mouths

What if the key to abundance isn’t giving more—but giving in balance? We’ve been taught that it’s more blessed to give than to receive. But what if receiving is just as sacred as giving? And what if the two were never meant to exist apart? The Giving on Purpose journal invites you to explore the powerful, often misunderstood connection between giving and receiving. If you’ve ever felt like you give endlessly—your time, love, energy, or resources—yet struggle to receive in ret

... the very three a.m. of the calendar. ~Joseph Wood Krutch I have always said, although no one ever asked me, that if God made mistakes, February was right at the top of the list. Surely it wasn't intended to be the way it is, was it? Twenty-eight (or sometimes 29) days last at least as long as January and March combined, and we all know how long those go on, don't we? However ... On February 1st, Hattie Caraway, the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate, was born. She gai

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 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 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 Cheryl St. John I love this time of year, especially because I love Christmas trees and all the decorations. I’ve been working on thinning out my storage room, since I had enough ornaments to decorate trees with six different themes. I used to put up four trees, but we’ve downsized and I have to get my mind around the fact that I need less. The Santa's sleigh in this photo was my grandmother's, and it's one of my most precious possessions. Plastic Christmas ornaments origi

I will begin this with Nan's post on our last day ... and a half ... and end it with being back home. Thanks to those who've journeyed with us this week.

Brad McClain, talented musician, writer, funeral director and friend, allowed me to use this on the Window seven years ago. When I went...

When I was a kid, I loved having dollar bills. Well, I loved having money at all, but I felt much richer with five ones than with a five....

I'm writing from what is for me a unique place right now, so I'll probably wear it out. Sorry, not sorry. As I've mentioned ad nauseum ,...

Jack Lemmon would say, "It's magic time," before each take, and then he'd step out there and create magic every time. It's what my friend...

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Good morning! I hope you’re enjoying your Month of May. Spring’s in full bloom, the racecars are motoring around the track at the...

This is from 1991, the early years of the Window Over the Sink. It was the first Mother's Day column I ever wrote. It is still my...

Do you ever look back and miss how we used to stand around and debate the ways to make homemade ice cream? Or maybe that was just my...

It’s been years, yet in some ways it feels like yesterday. Hard to believe it was almost seventeen years ago, in fact, when my life...