Back In The Water With Trepidation, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:20am
It has come to my attention that I have spent far too much time sitting on the sofa. Don’t get me wrong. I like where
It has come to my attention that I have spent far too much time sitting on the sofa. Don’t get me wrong. I like where
I tend to resist easy praise. When I gave my manuscript (I’ve learned this is what to call it, not yet a book) to a
Have we ever talked about slippers? (Yes. At least I did, almost 10 years ago, in my first year of blogging. Never mind.) Mine, as
My garden’s still kind of a mess. Somehow I’m not too bothered. It’s easy to find reasons for good cheer. The front yard is worst
Just in case you hadn’t been wholly saturated by the Met “Camp”-themed Gala I have been asked to discuss. I shall oblige. What am I
My Achilles tendon continues to heal, very slowly. And so it has come to pass that after years in flats I have to make a
We all know the “Hey, what’s new this year, gimme inspiration” kind of shopping. I suspect you’re also familiar with my far less glamorous companion,
In the week of February 20th I strained my Achilles tendon. On March 20th my mom died. Both events hurt, both are fully survivable. I
This is the story of my mother’s death. It’s very hard to know where to begin. She was 86. For her 80th birthday party, we had invited extended family and friends, she asked that guests wear name tags.
You have written me such wonderful replies to Thursday’s post. I can’t reply, I am still not very wordful, but I want you to know
My mother died yesterday, early in the morning, in her room at her memory care home. It had become home. We started to understand that
A few weeks ago, when I wrote that post about eating more vegetables, a reader commented as follows: I’ve noticed the same pattern in all
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