I said hello early at the crest of the street. Brisk, isn’t it, I said, annoyed I was up and out so early and not wearing enough layers for the temperature. Yes, I love it, she replied from under her cap with the fur ball pom. Turning back, my ugh…
Category: Aspiration
IN THE MIDDLE OF
I planted Pennisetum xadvena “Fireworks” fountain grass in the middle of red million bells. I got on the elevator with Bonnie this morning, pulling my mask up and in place because our neighbor got on too with her two elderly pups. “I slept in,” said this woman we discovered has…
CLAPPING FOR THEIR HOMEMADE GNOCCHI
Another beloved niece just said I do. In a wedding shower celebrating her, inside an intimate circle of advice, she sat storytelling about the time she spends in the kitchen with her groom. I have eaten the delectable evidence of their deep dive into culinary adventures I would never attempt.…
FOLLY, WINDSHIELD WIPERS AND THE FORK IN THE ROAD
Muddling blackberries is a thing for cocktails. Google and see great recipes. Living in a disordered or confusing state…a muddled life…not so much. I am learning to rewrite the narratives in my head. If I had a quarter for every time J. has said there’s another narrative for (another side of)…
A WELL-PATINAED LIFE
I’ve been thinking about those old, deeply patinaed French shutters, cleaned to a not-quite-but-near-boring finish. So much time at home…staring down the old proverb (Parkinson’s Law) work expands to fill the time allotted, making sure I don’t bill one unnecessary minute to a client project…I’m thinking about the patina of…
OPEN MY EYES TO SEE
Inside 30 minutes I answered—easily five or more times—the same questions. Touching our rescued-from-consignment, restored antique pine dining table and motioning to the places around it, did you bring this furniture with you? Oh, I can see you sitting here and your husband sitting there and your friends around you.…