No, I haven’t forgotten. And yes, I offered the opportunity of writing this post to my husband, who laughed out loud. “No, really,” I said, “would you?” “I know better than that!” he said. So I waited. Two days later I asked him again. He looked startled and said “Goodness, when?” Which being interpreted is, […]
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Put a dab of peanut butter and a squirt of honey into a Ziploc bag. Squeeze to mix. Snip one corner of the bag and drizzle over cut up apples and bananas. Eat with a fork. Yum.
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Confession: I’ve been meaning to organize the closets and corners of my house for weeks and weeks now. I kept scheduling it in my planner and it kept getting bumped. This couldn’t possibly be my fault… surely someone else is to blame? With the holidays approaching and a schedule that is unrelenting, I decided to
Confession: I rather like facebook. After careful study I’m happy to announce that it’s not the next Babylon; mostly it’s a quiet place where people talk about the weather and their health. I could dispense with some of it. (And I do. Shh.) But I like seeing pictures of faraway people I love, I like
Confession: I tried capturing a falling leaf on camera, in this glorious sun-drenched weather. It was harder than I thought. But I found some beautiful branches… So many causes for happiness, these fall days. Line-dried sheets, the last of the season. Newly-minted raised beds in the garden–who knew that shoveling goat poop could make me
Dear Naomi, We first met over a cat. Four cats, to be precise, darling little mewling things with a sign that said “Free.” I fell instantly in love with them. We were at an autumn barn social, as I recall, where we bobbed for apples and ladled cider out of a brand new toilet (whose
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Confession: This week I spoke a greater volume of ridiculous words than I ever intended to. Some of them I cannot recall without a wave of horror. Chances are, if you had an email, text or personal conversation with me this week, I made a fool of myself. This week I lay on my couch
I forgot one crucial piece I was going to mention about communicating with men. 5. Round up. Not like a cowboy, like a mathematician. He means well, it just sounds different in manspeak. Round it up to the closest equivalent. Hm. = I’m listening, keep talking. Aw. = You poor dear girl, I can only
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Let me be clear on this: when I am most mocking and piquant about my husband, it’s a sign we’re having fun. When I start writing serious blog posts entitled Thirty Days of Honor, you can bet we’re not doing so well. Ultimate low point of our marriage, right there. Take my word for it;
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One night I watched little boy L playing with dishes in the bath. He held a toy cupcake tin in one hand, level, and with the other he carefully poured the smallest possible amount of water out of a teapot into each of the six holes. Then he set the teapot aside, chose a measuring cup, and
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