Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
We don’t like mothers very much in this country. Yes, today is Mother’s Day, but how do you feel about that? Obligated to make a phone call, a Zoom meeting? Did you slap your head, remembering that you forgot to get a card? Did you then remember that cards aren’t really a thing anymore in… Continue reading The Daily: 10 May 2026
Another fun week in paradise… The smoke has been officially “unhealthy” several times in the last thirteen days and has spent most of that time merely at “unhealthy for sensitive groups”. Temperatures hit 90°F several of those days, with lows only in the 70s, so… not cool enough to cool down the house overnight without… Continue reading The Daily: 4 August 2025
My grandmother was born over a century ago in Ireland. We don’t know where. She would never say. She and her twin sister were adopted by the Daleys of Chicago. She changed from foundling to heiress as she crossed the Atlantic. Her name and her ancestors were abandoned on the quay — and she was… Continue reading My Grandmother’s Hands
By My Solitary Hearth 