Hello, fronds. This weekend I did … absolutely nothing. Honestly, it came as a bit of a shock. I was worried for a hot second: was I ill? Depressed? But no. I think what’s happening is that I’m starting to… Continue Reading
Y’all, I’ve forgotten how to do nothing. It makes a certain amount of sense – stuck at home for a year-plus during the pandemic, when I couldn’t do a lot of fun, social things I’d ordinarily be doing, coupled with… Continue Reading
Today I want to write about what “home” is. This is a long meander. I’ve moved, I’d imagine, a not-unusual number of times for a woman of my age in the US, including twice (oops, now three times!) 1,900 miles… Continue Reading
The toughest part of packing for my upcoming move to Santa Fe, the part I kept putting off for weeks because of the enormity of it, the sheer complexity, was – nope, not my perfume. That was easy. I bought… Continue Reading
As I dropped a big bag of Granny Smith apples into the refrigerator crisper, I thought to myself, I wonder if this is the last bag. That is, the last bag of Granny Smiths I will buy before my kids… Continue Reading
You know what gets old? Managing other people’s feelings. I mean, I’m really good at it. I’d likely score very high on whatever empathy scale or test you gave me. I think it’s the result of growing up with a… Continue Reading
First off, hat tip to Musette for her fabulous post on Bill Evans last week – she introduced me to Bill just a few weeks ago and he’s been the soundtrack around here ever since. Second, it’s snowing. I’m guessing… Continue Reading