This is my front lawn. I’m letting it die. Northern California is dry. Actually, so’s the whole state, but that’s a lot of acreage and I
My son turns 25 today. I feel far too much love and pride to express in one blog post. Happy birthday honey. Much love,
Wishing us all small changes, day by day, for the better. Photo credit from NASA, here.
One imagines that in retirement one might indulge deeply in one’s interests. Yes, and occasionally no. In particular, I’ve always loved to cook, but
I’ve had a little bug the past couple of days, and in my book, being sick means permission to watch as much television as possible.
I’ve become an unwitting expert in resort packing. I’d shake my head over my own frivolity, but would rather give the frivolous knowledge away and
Clear sailing ahead. Photo: “Glide” by Dmytro Kochetov. Lake Tahoe, December 2013. Via Flickr, here. Red glitter for font, also via Flickr, here.
Time for the Privilege holiday break. For all of you celebrating Christmas and the Gregorian New Year, may all your festivities be glorious and bright.
Ah, reading glasses. One of the universal experiences of aging, that moment when we reset our daily lives just to be able to see close
Just what is it about English television? While I do believe that today’s best fictional experience can be found in American TV series, I enjoy
Scarves are popular. And well-documented, by Mai Tai, Deja Pseu, and the Hostess, among others. In silk, a hallmark of the Grande Dame. Fringed, purview
In fashion, I err on the side of repression. I wear less color and flash than my personality might support. High WASPs are like
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