So what happened was this: A few days ago I decided to hang on to the bananas that were past looking yummy to eat, using them instead to make banana bread, with the recipe from Sally's Baking Addiction that I recommended in an earlier post (summer?). It really is a good recipe and better with … Continue reading Just another Sunday night.
(Written on a tiny phone screen again, this time while on a plane. Expect typos and funny word substitutions.) When I started working at what is now Kindred Place, one of the first items on my to-do list was planning and executing the annual fundraising event, known at the time as the Hands of Hope … Continue reading Dreams.
First and foremost: It is still October 2 where I am, even though it is now October 3 in the place where I wrote the first 53 posts in this series. So, I have not missed a day. I just managed to get a 26 hour day in which to post this entry, because… I … Continue reading Something about traveling and reading and not writing.
I came home for lunch, as I often do. And while I was home, I took the ridiculous, hairy, shedding, barking Newfie for a walk, as I often do when I come home for lunch. We were walking, the dog and I, up the alley behind our house, taking advantage of a short break in … Continue reading Something interrupted.
From the beginning, almost a decade ago, I pledged to keep this separate from that, to keep the personal and professional entirely independent of one another. This blog would be my personal space, for personal things, walled off from my professional work. It was an outlet, a hobby, a lark. My professional life would, in … Continue reading Something about this and that.
Actually there are two things, from two different days, that I've promised you. Did you notice? The one thing, the longer thing (a sprawling, "needs some work and some editing" thing) is still in the incubator. And it's behind a few other things, so don't be expecting it tomorrow because it isn't coming your way … Continue reading Something about that thing from the other day.
(You'll think, possibly, that this, finally, is the thing. It is not. But it's post number 50 of 56. FIFTY! Cue Molly Shannon....) Maybe you do this, too: Sometimes, I get sucked into thinking that everyone knows what I know, that I don't know anything especially helpful or informative or different from what people, in … Continue reading Something about art.
(No, this isn't that post either. One day soon, just not today. This one's 49, for anyone who's counting. Obviously, I am counting....) It was a completely gorgeous day here on Saturday -- cool, clear, and breezy. A picture-perfect fall day. And at the farmers market were all the goods to prove that, once again, … Continue reading Something easy.
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