This is how you know we’re friends. That’s my sweatshirt, those are my sweatpants, and yes, my dilapidated slippers (on sale here for 25% off). (Also a
I can tell you exactly the point where drinking less alcohol did it for me: no more two days/week, no more than a total of four
Well hello! I am still the same person I was on December 31st, albeit even more bemused by America’s political shenanigans. You? Let’s talk about
Happy almost-New Gregorian Year! I have finished 2022 by doing as one of you suggested, i.e. buying and wearing a pair of pearl-ornamented gold leather
From our family to yours. Have a wonderful weekend. Sending you love.
Yesterday, as I strung lights around our tree, a task I loathe, it occurred to me that I must have been the Christmas grownup at
The other night I went to a remembrance ceremony held by the grief counseling organization where I’ll be volunteering. So close on the heels of
Time to think about clothes for Christmas. Only me? In any case, back in the early 90s I bought a dark brown columnar silk and
I slept in this morning, and have dawdled through the day. I will not recover this time, but it’s in my belly or maybe behind
Today is my father’s memorial service. I thought of posting what I will read, but, no. I thought of showing you what I’ll wear, but,
I was asked a couple of weeks ago what I wear to the market. Good question, not because going to the market is a big
Diagnosed with my fifth type of tendinitis in nine years, I suspected something other than oops was in play. Meaning, nobody serially injures their biceps
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