My plate is full

Thanksgiving has once again come and gone leaving behind a turkey carcass and the promise of homemade soup. The boys were with their dad and his large family on Thursday. I sent them off with a loaf of freshly baked bread, content to spend the morning tramping around the golf course with Jeter gathering bittersweet … Continue reading My plate is full

Worst mother, best neighbors

Last Monday, my oldest son and I took a walk with Jeter around the neighborhood. We were about a mile away from our house when we came across some curbside treasure - a leather couch in remarkably good condition. Hmmm. I should tell you about our history with couches. In the last 20 years there … Continue reading Worst mother, best neighbors

48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime

When I see a reflection of myself, I don't think I look how 49 sounds. In many ways I feel younger than ever, the result, I think of being happy and healthy and old enough to truly appreciate it. "Nobody wants to get old but they don't want to die young either." - Keith Richards I've … Continue reading 48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime