Sitting down with a new book is a somewhat spiritual experience for me. There is joy and excitement and great reverence for the author. The journey from thoughts and ideas to a published book that strangers will buy or borrow from their library and hold in their hands all around…
As I write this final blog of 2017, I’m feeling like Piper. Not quite ready to turn my back on this current year nor ready to face 2018 straight on. This is always an odd time, the week between the two holidays, recovering from the first while waiting for the…
Two best friends walk into The Container Store. One has never been. Three hours and two carts full later, a flatbed is wheeled out to their parking spot with a file cabinet on it packed in a large box. It doesn’t fit in the car. It is left behind for pickup…
Spending most of my days at home, I am sans makeup, hair in a bun, wearing slippers and yoga pants. When I head out to lunch with a friend or an appointment, I rig up all the ropes and pulleys necessary to make me palatable for public consumption. These outings…
After stumbling upon Louisa May Alcott’s family home, Orchard House, while in Concord, Massachusetts this summer, I have wanted to see the movie Little Women again. I was finally able to record it on Christmas Eve and watched it early Christmas morning before husband and bird woke up. The Civil War timeframe, the…
We don’t speak each other’s native language. We travelled a long way to find each other. We reminded each other what love, trust and hope mean. And every day, when we meet again, it’s Christmas morn. Piper and I wish you the happiest of holidays, filled with peace and the…
‘Twas the day before the office Christmas party . . . While having breakfast this morning, I flipped through the channels of Sirius XM and found a talk show I was not familiar with. The host was taking questions and a caller asked for ideas for an office White Elephant gift…
It’s easy to feel superior when your husband says “high fluent” instead of “highfalutin”. Until the next day when you tell him you have “cat-like refluxes”.
You know how “Rose and Thorn” is now a thing, where you say the best (the rose) and the worst (the thorn) thing that happened during your day or a trip. While in the Hamburg, Germany airport for the beginning leg of our journey home, my best friend and I experienced…
