Anyone who knew me in my ardent feminist days thirty years ago, knows how I felt then and still...Read More
Okay, so my cousin prompted that question. Why? I just confessed to yet another oops incident much...Read More
Are you one of those daughters who always wanted to grow up to be like your mom? Email me, we need to talk!
While my mother had some awesome traits–the knack of laughing so hard she’d nearly stop breathing, the ability to make math look easy, the skill to create the flakiest pie crust–I never wanted to be her.
Are you as amazed as I am by how difficult it is for some people to get the basic concept of boarding an airplane. The flight attendant, or even the captain, can state the simple instructions with no chance at being heard and understood.
As this blog posts, Jackie, Jenny and I are bound for Wales … we’ll let you know how many silly passengers we observe—and yes, we’ll admit to it if it’s each other!Read More
I think my childhood caused me to develop a particular oddity. We were always well provided for as...Read More
If you’ve been to my home since 1981, you’re bound to have sipped a coffee or tea from these favorite of the mugs in my cupboard. In fact, when I looked there this morning, I laughed as I realized they remain the only cups I have ever purchased! The rest have been given by companies or friends. That latter makes a mug special to me, but none as special as those I collected paycheck-to-paycheck oh-so long ago.Read More
One of the things about winter in the northeastern United States that brings me down is the monochromatic landscape we live with when the flowers are dead, the tree branches bare naked and the grass dormant, waiting. I love color and spring and summer blooms make my heart happy. What about you? What do you do to keep vividness around you all the time?Read More
Is there something in your house that you have to do and you hate to do and you put off doing it as long as you can? No, I’m not talking about dusting—which is right at the top of things that have to be done that I deplore doing. As a kid, I’d put the brush attachment on the old can vacuum and use it inhale the dust from furniture and suck up cigarette butts from the ashtrays. Until I clogged the machine and mom caught me and made me go back to using a rag.
But I digress…
A Year in the World, Frances Mayes
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