I began my day on the floor, next to Cassidy, my tears dripping on the softest fur a dog has ever had. That's why we picked her, you know. In a litter of 11 beautiful black labs, she was different, wearing a lavender ribbon around her neck with fur that could only be described as … Continue reading Taking a punch
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September 12th, twelve years later
Waking up on this day a dozen years ago, I remember being happy that I could finally get out of bed and escape the image of those towers falling down behind my eyelids, over and over again. The sky was once again stunningly blue, but now it was silent with all commercial airline traffic grounded … Continue reading September 12th, twelve years later
What I now know about pressure cookers…
They scare me. I've always considered the pressure cooker to be the most menacing piece of kitchen equipment. I understand the appeal of cooking something super fast, rather than leaving it to braise for hours upon hours, but I was always intimidated by their mystery. This past week has only confirmed my fears. They continue … Continue reading What I now know about pressure cookers…
My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas
Quinn asked me to load some Beatles on his iPad recently and I finally had a moment to do it this morning. He has been really into Here Comes the Sun and chose this song as our first tune of the day. Not a bad way to start a Sunday, I'd say. As the music … Continue reading My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas
All that you can’t leave behind
Referencing a lyric from an Irish band on a day when I learned so very much about my maternal, German side of the family may seem inconsistent, but it actually couldn't be any more appropriate. We each are the direct product of two people, yes? Of course, who we truly are involves many more than … Continue reading All that you can’t leave behind
Sad, mad and glad
Last week was a weird week in the news. I mean like the kind of week when I almost feel ready to abandon reading anything beyond cooking and fashion magazines so I have a prayer of staying in my happy place. Are they going to print those upbeat type of glossy publications on Hearst's new … Continue reading Sad, mad and glad
Burning memories
When I was 18, our house burned down. It was at a point in my life when I didn't have much, but everything I owned, other than 2 laundry baskets of dirty clothes which had been in my car, disappeared on a beautiful summer day. The memories of that day have faded, like the photos … Continue reading Burning memories
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