The old butter dish was one my grandmother had picked up for me at a yard sale, I think. It was white, and the cover had flowers on it in brown ink—kind of in an old Corningware pattern. Plain and unattractive. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t hideous or anything. But it certainly didn’t match … More Butter and Eggs
Here is a photo from last month’s beach trip. It features my dear father-in-law and his two sons Whom I Did Not marry. Jeff is in the middle, and the rest of his shirt says “with a body like this?” And Ray is on the left.Jeff used to live with us. In fact, he lived … More She Should Be A Writer
Making whole wheat pasta!
“Doing?” William used to say. Or “Going?” This was when he was less than two years old, a chubby-faced blonde who filled almost every minute of my days. There were only three of us in the family at that time, and these questions pursued Bill and me fairly constantly. They meant, as perhaps you have … More What They’ve Been Up To
So I’m sitting on my living room sofa yesterday, just sitting, enjoying the company of my beautiful mother (who, alas, has now gone home) and my dear tworivers (who has also gone home, because she never stays forever), watching the wind turn the leaves to silver outside the window, when my mother says to me:”You … More A Recursive and Parenthetical Meditation Not on Being Nice
I haven’t posted anything here in awhile. And there are several reasons for this, but I’ll give you only the most practical of them: I’ve been without an internet connection for two weeks. Yes, I spent the last two weeks with sand in my shoes– and I am definitely bragging (as opposed to complaining)– enjoying … More Update