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Surprisingly Full Of Energy, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:17am
For superstitious reasons I hesitate to tell you, but, this past week I’ve had a burst of energy. I almost don’t know what to do!
Wondering What Sixty Is, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:10am Central Time
I’ve had the occasion these past few days to see old friends. As I’ve told them, I’m researching. They both had their 60th birthdays earlier
Picking Up A Few Household Items That Just Might Help Prepare For Guests Who Just Might Be Coming For Holidays
We’ve been feathering the nest, a tad. I know nobody wants to talk holidays yet, so I won’t mention Thanksgiving, or Hanukah, or Christmas. We’re
Shopbop 25% Sale On All Kinds Of Stuff Starts Today
Hi guys. Shopbop, an online retailer that specializes in not-cheap but not-always-too-much modern-but-not-neessarily-cutting-edge will be running a sale for the next three days. 25% if
How I’m Voting And Why, Even If We Disagree On Several Things, You Might Do The Same, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:17am
Just when we can’t bear to listen to any more politics, it seems we must. I am voting for Hillary Clinton. I tell you this
Brief Internet Support-A-Friend Request Which Involves Looking At 4 Photos Of People Caught In Actions
My friend Laura, the photographer at Baby Picture This, is in the running for a Canon photography prize. I wrote about her work here, and
Going For It, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:10am Eastern Time
New York has been extraordinary. And I’m ready to go home. It was a quick trip but full and audacious. Sue of Une Femme d’un
The Joy Of Non-Misery At This Moment, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:41am
I moved Mom Thursday. Currently having a non-awful Saturday morning. It’s astonishing how much one can learn from sheer dreadfulness. Horribility. Having often proceeded with
Even High WASPs Hug Sometimes, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:44am
The world is on fire. Or so it seems. Anything I can say that isn’t political is just a truism. Why don’t people like each
Cultural Signifiers, Whatcha Got?
Here in North America, we’ve just emerged from a brief flurry of national insignia-waving. (Hey there, Canada!) Which made me think, what are the signs
I Seriously, Honestly, Wish I Didn’t But I Do, Hate Housework, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:26am
So guys, tell me, how does one come to enjoy housework? In all seriousness, I hate it. And I read, around the blogosphere, that others