I have kept a diary since I was a little girl.
One of my crushing moments was when my older brother found it and read it aloud to his friends. We were all kids. I was furious then.
Now I smile at the memory. How I wish I still had those diaries with their locks and keys and childhood scribbling!
Continue reading “Blogging as Therapy”
Did your Mom ever scold you about leaving things to the last minute? Mine did, but the lesson never stuck.
I remember a childhood story about a boy who always waited until Sunday night to do his homework. Imagine the upset when his friends decided to go to the movies one Sunday night and he couldn’t join them because his homework assignments were waiting for him in his backpack.
That’s how I feel about my upcoming trip to France. Did I say France? Oui! Continue reading “Paris? Oui!”
On some Friday nights, I make my way to Temple Beth Israel in Portland for Shabbat services. I fight the traffic and my end of the week tiredness to participate in a service in a language that I do not understand with people whom I do not know. Continue reading “Mi Shebeirach”
One of my spring rituals is to moan, groan and make everyone within a ten mile radius perfectly miserable as I get in the mood, find time for, and finally settle down to do my taxes.
If I would carve out a nanosecond of the hours I spend kvetching, I would be done in an afternoon. But no, I follow the same playbook each year which may be another definition for insanity. Here is my foolproof system for the dreaded tax day! Continue reading “Render Unto Caesar”
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” Marcel Proust
A little bouquet that I keep on my kitchen counter. I see it every time I make coffee or prepare a meal. It makes me smile. Continue reading “Friendship & Flowers”
On August 1, 2015, after talking and talking about it for months, I wrote my first post called “Working from Home”. After I hit the publish button, I called my son and excitedly reported that I had done it. Let’s hear it for Mom! Continue reading “The Autumn Acorn: My First “Like””
Yesterday was a perfect Saturday for me. By 8 A.M., I was sweating at a spinning class, back home to housework and then quality time with Ginny before taking her to doggy day care. She loves playing with the other dogs and comes home tired, hungry and happy. I’m such a good dog mother! Continue reading “A Perfect Saturday in NW Portland”
I hope you don’t mind reading a tear-stained post.
I am crying right now…not sniffling, but crying, need to blow your nose crying.
Continue reading “I’m a Crybaby Today!”
I love to dress up!
Purses* or handbags, if you prefer, play a big part in my daily outfits. I change them often.
I used to leave the detritus that did not flow into the new bag in the old bag. This was fun when I might find a Benjamin Franklin stuffed in a zippered pocket but, for the most part, I found crumpled tissues, dried-out ballpoint pens and stale Luna bars. Or worse, a receipt that I needed a month earlier or an important business card. So much for networking if you misplace the business card!
Not happy with this system, I happened upon a better way… Continue reading “The Taming of the Purse!”
Growing up in the South, every summer I attended family reunions on both sides of my family. These were not casual, thrown together events but massive undertakings requiring a state park to accommodate the crowd, the huge quantities of food and all the activities. I loved them. Seeing my cousins, being petted by my aunts and uncles, playing games and eating delicious food was heaven. The women proudly displayed their finest fried chicken, roasts, casseroles and, of course, desserts. It was our version of the county fair with verbal blue ribbons.
Weeks before, my Mother and her sisters came together in person to refine the menu and to gossip. Hanging around in the war room, aka Mother’s kitchen, I learned about my terrible Aunt Sally. Continue reading “My Terrible Aunt Sally”