My longtime primary care physician retired this past April, so I met with a new one, just to say hi. We talked about the thises
Toward the goal of dimming my unwarranted distresses to the glow of one–probably–orange bulb I’ve been thinking about “being in the moment.” I understand that
When we started out, Saturday, my hiking shirt was rumpled, the terrain, in order. To end any pretense of mystery, my sister, my brother-in-law, my
In an unprecedented but benign development, Saturday Morning will be appearing Sunday Night Sometime After Sunset, But We Are Not Yet Sure When. See you
Good morning, all! I have in years past done a “Friendsmas” list, and today I do so again. This year we are using the term
Are you placid? I guess what I’m trying to figure out, net-net, is happiness. I have a seismic capacity for joy, and I’m lifelong grateful.
The Sturdy Gal didn’t expect this. That someone, who in fact she raised, as much as one person can raise the mystery of another, would
The day has happily gotten away from me. I can also happily imagine that you are well busy, but if not, please don’t worry. Things
What this is not: a perfectly decorated, knock-your-socks-off, Internet-setting-on-fire anything. What this is: one small way to fix up your living spaces and support your
This morning it’s been really noisy outside. My neighbor’s child is not practicing his trumpet, nor is my other neighbor holding business calls by his
I wore jeans for (wait, I’m counting,) starting in 1968 (wait, math,) 53 years. But even before the pandemic I’d begun to winnow the horde.
I am in Albuquerque. Whoa. Crazy. The Women’s Fiction Writers’ Association, or at least 80+ of the 1000+ member association, have gathered here for the
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