I think I’m a bit of a thank you whore. Well, maybe whore is a harsh word, but I say, “thank you” a lot and I’m wondering why it feels so shallow lately. I should be more selective and authentic in my dispensing of gratitude. It’s possible I have cheapened the phrase. I instinctively tack…
I’m making pies this year for Thanksgiving. If you have never made a pie from scratch, the pumpkin pie is a tough one. I know it looks like a fairly straightforward pie, but it can be a nightmare. You need to hit somewhere between smooth, custardy, pudding and earthy, root vegetable, without falling into snotty,…
You can be the outcast or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love, or you can start speaking up. More than anything else, more than any other “life skill,” I wish this for my children. Actually, I wish it for all of us. It’s Friday. Enjoy. That’s all from the laundry room. Sleep Naked.
I am wild. Not in that sense, although I can get pretty whirly after some good tequilla. I’m not risky or dangerous wild, it’s more that I prefer wild. I like things, people, animals in their natural place. I’m never inclined to manicure or box stuff up, frame it, or put it under glass. How…
My mother used to say, “Okay, let’s not throw the baby out with the bathwater.” She raised a particularly dramatic child, so this little pearl of wisdom was heard a lot in our house. It’s an odd visual. I have always taken it to mean while you are getting rid of something you feel needs…
You never take the one on display or the one on top. I’m a little obsessed with going to the bottom of the barrel, or the back of the shelf when I pick things out. I will look at something, decide if I want it and then take the one that is five boxes back.…
Bah, bah, black sheep have you any wool? I woke up this morning with those words running through my mind. I’m pretty sure this could be the first step on the slippery slope to the crazy house. My brain kept saying it over and over again, while I made lunches, got dressed and even while…
Are you getting excited for the holidays? I cringe at this question because it’s asked earlier and earlier ever year. I’m usually not ready, not even in the ballpark of a holiday mood. That cringe starts a wave of self reflection… Why aren’t I excited? What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m not really happy, maybe…
That which creates can also destroy. It sounds a bit ominous, I know, but it rings true in both cheese and families. You can’t have cheese without mold, a certain amount can make a cheese yummy and creamy and…well, cheese. But there are times the mold takes over, ruins the cheese, makes it just mold.…