One strap dropped off my shoulder while I hunched a different strap into a better position. Arrgh! I was carrying my overnight bag, my purse, my camera bag, and some slippery books my husband brought along with no intention of reading. Did I mention our hotel room was on the third floor? Lacking a Sherpa to help out, hunching and… Read More
That Miserable Music…
My husband begged, bribed, and cajoled. While this may sound like a typical ending to our weekly date night, :), it was actually an event that happened many years ago. We were in full dating, pre-marriage, mode at the time, and he’d asked me to accompany him to see Les Miserables. I was iffy about going. Not because I don’t… Read More
A Woman’ Table…
A dear friend forwarded me this. While I’m usually resistant to chain letters so to speak, I thought the sentiment had a vein of connection worth sharing as we look to a new year: My Table of 8 I am supposed to pick 8 women who have touched my life and who I think might participate. Please send this back… Read More
Christmas, Um, Creatures
The cute and cheerful online picture of “reindeer truffles†looked easy enough to recreate, so what the heck? I printed the recipe, purchased the ingredients, and got to work. (And no, the truffles are not made from actual reindeer parts. They just look like a whimsical candy deer head.) While Martha Stewart and I will never be mistaken for the… Read More
Stille Nacht
The organist, who teases the ivories with more enthusiasm than accuracy, begins the first few notes of Silent Night. Voices…young, old, loud, soft, good, and bad… join in with a sweet sentiment the rest of the year lacks. I’m sitting in my childhood church surrounded by people I’ve known seemingly forever, and I can’t finish the first verse of Silent… Read More
The Gift
A cold hand reached under the blanket and touched the skin on my back. I squeaked in protest as my sleep-state disappeared with the artic blast. Smirking at my discomfort, or my disheveled face, or both, my husband planted kisses on me as an “until later†tribute, and headed off to work. He’s cute even if he is a colossal… Read More
Reatreating Into Comfort
Nutmeg. Cinnamon. Sugar. The apple peelings curled around my paring knife, bleeding juice and leaving sticky fragrance on my hands. I rolled the piecrust into two, thin, lopsided shapes as little puffs of flour dust settled everywhere. It was mindless work, but I needed this routine, this place of comfort, as I processed the shootings at Sandy Hook. When I… Read More
The Cougar Within
The one-to four-inches of snow forecast by local meteorologists delivered roughly fourteen inches of sticky, heavy, whiteness. Oops! Apparently the Doppler radar had a hiccup or the teleprompter said 1 4 which was read by the highly trained –and paid–professional weather guru as one-to-four instead of fourteen. No matter, we were pounded, and will have a white Christmas ala Bing… Read More
Show And Tell
Marriage is work, but it’s also play if you have the right partner. Imagine how it must be for those who are married and who work together. Romance at home has the potential to make the workspace a smile-fest, while a spat at home could turn hellish as you smile through gritted teeth at the office, factory, or stage. Stage??… Read More
Young’uns And Other Blessings
This past week I received two thank you notes. One was from my son, and one was from my daughter. Both of them are adults now, living on their own, and exceptionally good people. Sorta. My son wrote: Mom, Thank you so much for that wonderful Thanksgiving meal! It was a good time. Next year you should have 3 kinds… Read More
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