Peggy Sims

9 weeks 20 hours ago
As I was making breakfast for my husband the other morning, I was reminded of my grandmother’s breakfast which she prepared for my granddaddy every morning.  I, like her, make homemade biscuits every morning.   It does not matter that mine come from a Pillsbury bag of frozen biscuits. Somebody made them.  She, of course,...
9 weeks 6 days ago
There is a part of me that wants to turn back time. Back to where doors were left open and you could call with a dime. Back to where living was easy, simple, and slow. We could walk down the street, not afraid we should go. Kids played ball outside till dark. Families and friends had picnics in the parks. Video games were in the...
11 weeks 21 hours ago
I love tea parties.  Since my daughter was a little girl, we have had real as well as pretend tea parties.  I can remember her daddy sitting at her little table drinking cold sweet tea and eating cookies as she entertained.  I have begun to host teas for different groups, my Red Hatters, garden club, birthdays, baby showers,...
12 weeks 17 hours ago
Boys will be boys, right?  Well, if anyone is an expert, if there can be an expert, it would be me.  I raised two of my own and now I enjoy 10 grandsons, no little girls in the crew.  Of course, they like to spit, do little devilish pranks, ride four wheelers way too fast, fight with their brothers, and lots of impish things to...
13 weeks 13 hours ago
Humiliation.   Webster describes this word synonymous with mortification, embarrassment, and shame. I describe it as “Please, earth, open up and swallow me.”   I can remember several times in my life when I have been involved in some of the most embarrassing situations that I really do not care to recall.  However...
14 weeks 16 hours ago
When I think back to when I was in elementary school, my friends and I would dream about our futures and what we would be. Would we be mamas, doctors, lawyers, would we be married or old maids? We always pictured ourselves as wealthy women because we believed as young girls that our happiness depended on our being affluent.   Why?...
15 weeks 23 hours ago
As you prepared for the 4th of July, you just knew you were doing it in honor of Independence Day as you decorated with red, white, and blue, shot firecrackers for beautiful light demonstrations.  Well, you were wrong.   You were doing all of the extraordinary things to celebrate my daughter’s birthday!  She was born...
16 weeks 19 hours ago
Oh my, the life of a farmer’s wife. I never in a million years thought I would even utter those words until about 10 years ago.   My husband was born on a farm, grew up on a farm, and never lost the yearning to become a “gentleman farmer.” I, on the other hand, never had the desire. I was born a city girl and I love...
16 weeks 6 days ago
I have unquestionably decided that women (including myself) will go as far as needed and pay as much as it cost to have their hair colored, cut, and styled. The only thing that compares to this obsession in men is golf.   I am sure some of you who are friends of mine on Facebook saw the picture of me that my daughter posted last week....
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