Teresa F Adams

I made a cookbook for my sons that grew and grew, so I decided to share it with others as well! It has 53 recipes that I created myself for food like Croutons, Southwestern Quesadillas, Taco Seasoning, and more! To order one, please click on this link:

To Order a Cookbook Fifty-three original and oh-so-tasty recipes require whole ingredients, stretchy pants, and a miniscule amount of patience. Using savory and sweet links to the past, the food was created in quaint …

Yesterday was my last day of daily posting. Day 543. I talk about wedding rings, bagels with a friend, and ripples.

We Ripple. Day 543. This is Roger’s Facebook profile photo It’s day 543, the last day of the writing project I have been doing in honor of Roger. I didn’t plan anything for it, no ideas to write abou…

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2023/03/03/an-uncle-day-542/

My uncle ❤️

An Uncle. Day 542. My cousin, Sarah, Uncle Lee, and me “You don’t want to move to Jacksonville,” Uncle Lee said. “It’s full of strip clubs and pawn shops.” He was visibly unhappy, …

Now that my 543 days of writing is almost over, it's all I want to do. Today, I share a dream and an unnecessarily necessary property description.

This is my ode to a red barn, a welcoming haunt of mine, a hefty piece of me.

The Barn on Wolcott and a Dream. Day 539. My sleeping body was still weighted and languid when my eyes opened. I was on my left side, hand under my face. I felt a small body, like that of an animal behind me, still asleep. It warmed my leg…

So many things . . .

Things I Miss. Day 534. Here are a few:

The closer I get to the end of this 543 days of writing, the more I miss him. It's odd, yet comforting. Here is another tiny list of memories about Roger:

Another Dad List. Day 534. Let’s continue yesterday’s list:

Ellen Boyle do you remember this day?

My Superbowl Berth. Day 523. I earned a slot allowing me to compete for incubator space and an undeserved and not-sought-after position in the cold, dark world. Actually, my berth was granted to my eighteen-year-old mother in …

On loss:

Gronk Gronk. Day 517. Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him. Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire depart…

For my Kim.

The Crack. Day 512. Photo by James Cheney on Pexels.com The sun claims the afternoon sky, in the way it does from behind the winter haze, glowing white, burning imaginary holes, piercing the center of my pupils. It& #8…

"I handed my husband in his box over to the man, and he nodded and said, 'It’ll only take five minutes.' I prayed for his hands to be not sweaty and wondered if I should go with him."

A Memoir Section. Day 485. This is a small piece of a chapter I titled “Ashes and Sweaty Palms” from my memoir. It illuminates the absurdity of days that follow a loss for a widow or widower, absurdity that many …

I felt like adding a twist to my property descriptions today. If you're interested, let me know. ;)

Property Description. Day 478. Called “The Chicken Tree,” it offers shade in the summer and loses its leaves to offer direct sunlight in the winter. Nestled safely alongside the protection of friendly humans and cont…

I made something.

Cookbooks, A Maescribes Service. Day 477. I wrote a cookbook and it’s at the printers! It has over fifty recipes and tons of photos of yummy food. When it’s back from the printers, I will list it for sale on my Maescribes site.…

There wasn't enough wrapping paper in the world. ❤️

We Wrapped Presents. Day 471. Today’s repost is about wrapping presents with Roger. Trust me, it’s not what you think it is.

Today I talk about my wedding anniversary, a very happy day.

Our Anniversary. Day 465. I remember feeling warm in my sleeveless, rented white gown while standing in the twilight December snow. He was across the street watching me. His Dress Blues wrapped his body like liquid, gold bu…

Do you ever seek out the ZAP?

A Wish. Day 457. Photo by Nita on Pexels.com Bucket lists are fun because they’re unrealistic at times, leaving us with the gift of true intention with no pressure of actually having to do the work. A trip to…

Thoughts?

My Next Project? Day 455. Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com I have 88 days left and then this blog project will be complete, and I’m facing it through a cloud of gray melancholy .

I saw one today in Willard. ❤️

Ursus Americanus. Day 450. Bear. Round, black bear. Your coat is deep, heavy. It ripples when you run. Thick, liquid waves. Maybe while you sleep in your den, my friend, black bear. May I come inside to nap? May I call you f…

Fire and Family and Food Babies:

Thanksgiving. Day 445. Hopefully your Thanksgiving was lovely and peaceful, and you were warmly surrounded by people and creatures who contribute to your contentment. Ours was lovely, and we were surrounded by people and…

I suppose it was time . . .

He Cut His Hair. Day 426. “I think I want to cut my hair,” Baylee said to me about a month ago. I laughed, then looked at him and noticed his serious face. “Please just think about it for a few weeks. It t…

“I forget half the time that I’m here. I sit in a room about the size of the barracks room. Playing cards or reading or writing like now. Then I step outside or have to go to the bathroom and I have to put my gear on and I’m like OH Yeah I’m in Iraq.”

I Found His Journal. Day 422. I was in the storage shed yesterday, clearing out room to get to a dresser. I lifted blue bin after blue bin, some dark some light, all heavy. I couldn’t help but open each one after I set it…

An impromptu Chapter One:

Chapter One. Day 409. She raised her unmanicured brows. Maybe it would finally help her open her eyes. She lifted her weary and warm left hand to take off her air mask. Her tank was empty anyway, but the alarms on it wo…

Teresaforesteradams.com Today I talk about Brownies.

Teresa Forester Adams They gave me a gold star.

Am I the only one who thinks about this?

Do I Smell Like a Dog? Day 318. Wanda and David I go to the office once a week and that’s pretty much it for me as far as socializing goes these days. It’s truly impossible with the limited time and significant distan…

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/07/10/would-befifty-day-306/

(Would Be) Fifty. Day 306. Roger has a special birthday this week. On the twelfth, he would have turned 50. As always, I wonder what we would have done to celebrate, but there would have only been one way. A party at our hou…

Eat good food.

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/06/08/zucchini-balls-day-274/

Zucchini Balls. Day 274. These zucchini balls can be eaten with your favorite homemade or jarred sauce and served with crispy, buttery garlic bread, and a spring green salad. That is, of course, if you can wait. They have …

Rats!
https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/06/05/raided-by-rats-day-271/

Raided by Rats. Day 271. Photo by DSD on Pexels.com I sat up in bed and looked at Roger who was standing in the hallway outside our bedroom on Shamrock Drive. The only light was shining a dim yellow from a small fixture ab…

An ode to Sandwich:

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/05/19/sandwich-day-254/

Sandwich. Day 254. Nana was in the big-enough, poorly-lit kitchen, wiping down the counter with a brand new yellow sponge minutes after she parked her car after a three-hour drive. We all loaded up our skinny arms wi…

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/04/22/the-old-teresa-day-227/

The Old Teresa. Day 227. I went to dinner with some dear friends last week to Camino Real in Surf City. We had tacos and fajitas and caught up with each other since it had been over six years.

https://teresaforesteradams.com/2022/04/15/what-if-i-said-no-day-220/

What if I Said No. Day 220. *(Boys, don’t read.)

Today I write about something I will always have to deal with.

https://teresaforesteradams.com/

Teresa Forester Adams They gave me a gold star.