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.
(Originally posted with the title, "The Moon Is Like China," on August 23, 2014. The version below is a revision and, therefore, quite a bit different from the original.) One day, at some point in our childhood, my sister and I were riding in the car, and my sister, staring out the window, said, apropos … Continue reading Something recycled.
Memphis readers (of a certain age, at least), come with me on memory field trip: I'm little, maybe three years old, and I'm going to the grocery store with my mother. We park the car, walk hand-in-hand to the door, enter the store. My mother gets a shopping cart, lifts me into it so I … Continue reading Something sweet.