Can you still smell the scent wafting from a freshly opened can of Play-Doh? I can. Many of us grew up with that iconic product and artistic-ability tester. When I received a new set of Play-Doh at Christmas, I couldn’t wait to start my masterpieces. A four-can combo meant hours of mixing and matching, blending and shaping. Prying the lid… Read More
The Gyrotonic what?
Move that body, make it strong, supple, and well behaved…at least from a “do what you want to do†standard. (And maybe MISbehaving is what you want to do once you feel great!) I recently received information about a Gyrotonic Method studio in Minneapolis and thought I’d pass along the information for those in the area interested in improving motion… Read More
Mom of the Bride, Part 1
My daughter is getting married in the fall. Lace is pretty. Satin is divine. Flowers, music, food, and a venue to hold it all as guests mingle and toast and dance. Goals and lists, expectations versus desires. Love is the glue that creates this collage of moments, and I’m the mom-of-the-bride witnessing it all. Some moms are extremely involved with… Read More
Fowl Play
I didn’t mean to put out a “hit†contract on the guinea hen. But I did. Such is life in the semi-rural, but too near big towns to really feel rural, place I live. It was a cold day with a wind that could only be described as cranky. My husband was still out of state; so dog-walking duties fell… Read More
Souper Man
How sexy is a man in the kitchen? Let me just say there is more than one way to think “hot.†For unknown reasons my husband decided he wanted to take on not one, but two, soup recipes. Did I fear my kitchen would never be the same again? Yes. After all, he has destroyed more than his share of… Read More
Angels and Potholes
The glare of oncoming traffic burned my eyes. It was 4 a.m. So early even the sun refused to wake up. I rubbed the tiredness beneath my eyelids just enough to make my mascara flake and leave black smudges. Beyond the windshield snow fell in diagonal generosity. As a result, slush-covered roads withheld their secrets. Gaping potholes, non-existent lines, and… Read More
A Gut Feeling
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had nothing on me a number of weeks ago. My head was stuffy. I took sniffling, sneezing, and nasal-speak to artistic levels. And yet, after weeks of over the counter antihistamines and denial, I was not improving. My husband convinced me I needed to see a doctor which, until he applied puppy-eyes, I was loathe to… Read More
Reasons To laugh
Our cat, Pudgy, is not trustworthy. Sure, she lurks. She invites people to pet her upturned belly and then bites them. She even rubs her head on my ankle before attacking me. I can live with those eccentricities. What I tend to worry more about is her litter box use. She’s been fighting a urinary infection due to a frustrating… Read More
The Path Less Traveled
The knock at the kitchen door startled me with its authoritativeness. I don’t usually invite kitchen door visitors, as I prefer guests use the front door. I know, I know, most people like the “informal feel†of kitchen door use, but not me. The kitchen is a place for family. You know, those blood relatives who don’t mind the user-friendly… Read More
Wash and Dry
Is there anything as pathetic and vulnerable looking as a soaking wet cat? I think not. And, is there anything as curious about, well, everything, as a kitten? I think not. Water + kitten + curiosity = NOT a good combination. Of late, whenever I take a bath, our kitten Giese comes to the ledge of the tub and watches…. Read More
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