It's good to be home, Riley dozing up against my hip, after looking very adorable when he gave me my good morning kisses.So. What to do today? I'm off to the gym soon. Then I have a zillion things to do to start my lesson planning for teaching, which starts in just a few weeks. Tonight, a women's . . .
Home again and happy to be here, after a great trip. More on the trip later.When I think about the blessings of this coast-to-coast life, the one that stands out most is to have the luxury of staying connected with dear ones on both sides of the country. One thing that wasn’t a blessing was that . . .
The Rock receded quickly in the wake as the Alcatraz Clipper sped away from the island toward the San Francisco skyline, and with it, the ghosts of my past, dissolving into the mist.Alcatraz. A dozen years ago my parents and I spent my most wonderful birthday in San Francisco, along with DEX3 and . . .
Well, the Save the Date cards are almost all out and the most notable thing about addressing them was the trip back down memory lane.FLH's family were my in-laws for almost a decade, and a big part of our life.And then, for 30 years, they didn't exist. At all.Now, here I am, addressing cards to . . .
FLH is on the mend, but now I have it. Except I have a fever. FLH forced me to go to the walk-in clinic, and had I not, he apparently was arriving tonight via the airplane ticket he was holding. Not that he didn't trust me or anything.Luckily, Dr. K was on at the clinic. I've seen Dr. K for other . . .
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Petunia was a pet name my mother often used in the 1950s and the 1960s.I'd like to channel her for guidance on this real estate stuff.Although the dollar numbers we use in the 21st century would boggle her mind. . . .
I am in touch with a childhood schoolmate, who today wrote me the following. I just had to share: what I really remember about your mother is that great shock of red, curly hair....plus my mother really liked her because she was a bit unconventional...surely you remember when Mrs. Bernstein, your . . .
I know it's a holiday meant to sell cards. But it's a worthy one, nonetheless.I sure do miss that manipulative mother energy. There's nothing like it.This past week, I channeled my mother and cooked up some escarole, the way she used to make it. I've said it before: my mother was a big personality . . .