Prepare for a strange but true linkage. The effects from stress of my mother’s move and care have surprised me. One of the most pronounced
Just sitting here on the sofa, listening to the Pandora Worldbeat station. Vaguely-Argentine guitar played by a guy named Johannes Linstead. I thought he might
Hi guys. As we’ve learned, now is possibly the best time of the year for a bargain. In that vein, Net-a-porter, the best high-end online
I generally prefer my gardens unfurnished. No statues or windchimes, no mirror balls. That way I can pretend I live on a high lonely hill, looking
I keep a manual to-do list. Today I look forward to rewriting it. Maybe that’s just foolish morning optimism, as often on waking I feel
Summer. This is my favorite time of year in Northern California – the upswing to solstice, the blue skies, the grasses beginning to burn. I’ve
Time for the third in this epic series of Candle Burn-Offs (#1 and #2.) We’re getting closer to true competition, I feel, fewer random retail
Well. I hired someone to come every other week and clean my house. I managed two good walks. I cooked an actual dinner, twice. And
Yes, I am standing in a field of dry grass, in front of a trailer park. Yes, that is my 59-year old stomach. Good detective
If you look back at this week you will see that my plan to keep blogging as though my mother weren’t moving into assisted living,
So, Mom. You all know it’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, here in the USA. So, Mom. I am by no means the world’s best daughter. Never
Over the years I’ve habitually reported on the workings of this blog to the “board.” That means you. Doing so feels right, it’s a way
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