the beauty of an ordinary life
As promised, now all in one (long) post. The individual posts will magically disappear in a week or so. There will be a few other changes here, too, as I get started on year 11. Recipes, notes on cooking, and maybe even a few more ridiculous video tutorials are on the way, soon. Thanks to … Continue reading A blueprint for an ordinary life.
"Home," as Jimmy Carter wrote, in a piece for The Bitter Southerner, "is a complicated idea." I've been sewing in the mornings, sitting in my chair by the window, sipping coffee and stitching in the few quiet moments before other more immediate responsibilities take the stage, which usually isn't very long. Sewing, and this kind … Continue reading Something about sewing.
I've been under the weather since right after Christmas, but today I'm finally starting to feel "normal" again. Some thoughts on that, along with notes on how I've been spending my down time, a "curative" soup recipe, Apple Watch insanity, my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter song, and a few other things. Think of it as … Continue reading Blue plate special.
I've picked a word for the year ahead, and that word is... ... Well, I'll get to that. But first, a story about my mother. (Yes, all of the January posts will be about food and cooking, and many of them will also be about my mother, because January is the time when I think … Continue reading Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Think of this as an unfinished mosaic: When I was little, before my sister was born, I spent weeks each summer at the beach with my mother, building castles, looking for sand dollars, and chasing tiny crabs in the dark as they darted in and out of holes, trying to escape the beams of our … Continue reading Flight.
(Why yes, this post was — once again — written on a tiny phone screen, this time while lying in a soft, comfy bed at a friend’s childhood home. Expect typos and silly word substitutions. Also, this is a long one, in three parts and using two previously published pieces. Not sure I’m going to … Continue reading Transitions.
Something sad happened in my daughter's life today, so my afternoon and evening have belonged to her. In a few minutes, at her invitation, I'm going to join her in her room, snuggling in her bed to watch Money Heist, which I've already seen and will gladly watch again. I will snuggle with her and … Continue reading Something for bedtime.
How this started, you'll remember, was as a challenge to myself to write and post something daily for 56 straight days, in celebration of my 56th birthday, because that is (according to my children) how old people celebrate because old people are very boring (again, according to my children). How it's going is not exactly … Continue reading Something silver.
jenny's lark 