About 30 years ago, I was talking to a professor at Southeast Missouri State University, a man at least 30 years older than I was, who said, “You know, I’d rather go to a good funeral than a wedding, any day.” …
Here are 10 things I am grateful for that are not my family:
1. My insulated water bottle that keeps water cold for hours. It’s pink, metal, and has a sticker of New Zealand on it.
2. Taste buds. Thank you, thank you, you wonderful salty, sour, bitter, sweet and…
Today, my husband, Jeff, and I decided to take an impromptu drive to the mountains, to get a glimpse at aspens as they turn gold but before they shed their leaves. Colorado is a beautiful state, but we are not so greatly endowed with trees whose leaves turn red and…
It was not a pandemic-inspired decision. It was not an impulse. It was just time. I have bought a violin, and will sign up for lessons. I understand that I will not be that good for some time — not in the beginning and not for some time, and while…
I have been thinking a great deal about this, and am still mulling it over. But the bottom line is, I have decided to get a tattoo. Sorry, Mom, if you are reading this.
Being a wishy-washy kind of person, there is a long space between thought and execution, for…
It came today — the butter dish!
I’m not usually this excited about a butter dish. All right, that was an outright lie — I frickin’ love butter dishes! Not all butter dishes, of course. With my love comes a certain amount of snobbery. For example, plastic butter dishes are…
Lacking motivation today, or even motivation to seek out motivation, I have decided to treat myself with loving kindness and make a list of some more things I love:
1. Drifting off to sleep. It is a marvelous escape, the ultimate luxury.
2. Watching a large city from a tower…
Here is a fun little writing exercise: Write your own obituary.
So, I thought, sure, how hard can this be?
Turns out, … pretty damn hard.
I’m not sure what got to me. Listing all my accomplishments, that was alright (albeit not riveting) reading. More like a padded resume, really…
In some ways, I feel like a generic, stodgy old curmudgeon — ahem, … traditionalist. Not just that. Something worse, a cliché-riddled nostalgic traditionalist. Here’s how:
In my perfect world, at least on meal a day would consist of the same meal. For me, it’s either Pasta House salad (a…
