Category Archives: Deanna Duncan

Love comes in many forms. For me, many of those are made of copper or cast iron and come in shapes like hearts, a christmas tree or the ever favorite scalloped circle. Some of you may be scratching your heads. … Continue reading →

“Look, look!  I fit into my pants!” My family looked at me like a crazy woman as I danced through the house in my slippers, ratty shirt and my FAB-U- LOUS jeans that have hid at the back of my … Continue reading →

“Welcome to my former home.” OK.  Now, we like to take adventures off the beaten path.   When cruising, my go-to is www.cruisecritic.com.   I had read that www.thenativechoice.com offered a real experience, I didn’t realize how real. Meet Ivan. In 1940, … Continue reading →

Some day I think I should hang a sign in our yard:  Answers Here!  We live along Slide Road, so I am sure that we might have a few takers. After all, I’ve got A LOT of answers… Honestly, though … Continue reading →

“You can eat crackers in my bed anytime.”  What? While our tires ate the pavement and the scenery (or lack thereof) flew past our windows, we embarked on the game played by many on long road trips–find a radio station. … Continue reading →

Nine months ago a 17 year old boarded a plane (first time) to fly across the world for the adventure of a lifetime. Spotty internet connections paired with a match that occurred only days before she left, meant that all … Continue reading →

Most mornings lately, I awake giddy with excitement.  I can’t wait to get up and check on all my “babies.” In the front we have our little vegetable patch. “Mom.  Mom.  Mom!  Get up, you have to see the garden.” … Continue reading →

Whenever I walk into a silent auction, my hand seems to have a life of its own. I find myself scribbling my bid number on anything and everything.  With the theory that someone has to start the bidding, I take … Continue reading →