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.…
There should be a cap, or a release valve on feelings. Anger, happiness, angst, sadness, I want to experience them, I don’t want to be numb, but I think sometimes my feelings are on steroids. I’m going through some variation of the same things other people are going through, but it’s as if I’m experiencing…
When our daughter left for college last year, I ran around buying and organizing everything I could possibly control. We moved her to her dorm, returned home, I finished cleaning out her room and I cried. I knew immediately that I would miss the day to day. Michael kept walking by her room and checking…
There’s nothing left to write. It’s all been written, I’m out of ideas and stories and…well, I’m done. I was going to write about Dexter’s season finale. Really? Is that what it’s come to? I’m now doing television show reviews? I don’t even watch television, remember? Well, maybe I watch a little now, but television…
Age does not seem to be celebrated in this country. Which is odd because we covet old things, just not people. Vintage is hip, as is antique or distressed furniture. We like our wines and our cheeses aged. Old buildings and classic cars are held in the highest esteem. My son collects old comic books…
What does it mean to remember, to never forget? Past the bumper stickers and the rolling banner on CNN, beyond the theme music. It’s probably different for everyone and I wonder if there are those, still overcome with grief, that wish they could forget. I didn’t lose anyone on 9/11. I know a few distant…
Remember Kraft Singles? Or folding a piece of Oscar Meyer baloney in half and biting a hole in the center? Michael asked me these two questions last night. We’ve been married a long time. I had a crap day and after talking with him I went to bed a little lighter, a little less adult.…
Labor Day marks the end of summer. It used to be the last day it was acceptable to wear white or seersucker, but I’m pretty sure that’s changed. When I lived back east, school started after Labor Day. Oddly enough, Labor Day is also the second largest shopping day of the year. Second only to…
Orville Wright didn’t have a pilot’s license. Now that’s most likely because he and his brother are credited with the first flight. All the licensing and regulatory business came later, but I like the idea that one of the pioneers of flight wasn’t licensed. It’s similar to the quote in the movie Julie and Julia…”Julia…