Jet Blues

It is late at night, I am on a plane, and someone around me is having a very bad gas attack.  

Is it Noise-Canceling Headphones Guy?   Or Movies-on-the-Laptop Guy?  Actually, my money is on the guy in the seat in…

When life hands you apples....

The other day, Steve went to the market near his office to buy a few apples.   The apples, he reported with dismay, were all from Chile or New Zealand.  Why, in New England, in September, would anyone go to the…

Fashion Week

It’s Fashion Week in New York City.  

Actually, Fashion Week began last Thursday, a full four days ago – the fact that I am just catching on is proof enough of just how unfashionable I am, here in unfashionable Boston.   

What to do while the rest of the family is on vacation?

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Husband Steve is cavorting with his brothers in the Basque motherland.   My older child, a college junior, is leading a group of incoming freshmen on a kayaking expedition in the glorious Pacific Northwest.   Child…

The Bunnies' Revenge

It didn't work out so well for Whitey, either.

A few weeks ago, I posted a blog entry ("Whitey Bulger in the Garden") in which I enthused, rather smugly, about the many strategies I have employed to keep…

Live well, eat longer

I am sitting in a vacation cottage in Maine, watching the late afternoon sun glint off the water, listening to the calling of the gulls.  

It is lovely and peaceful.   What a treat to let my mind wander at such…

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Don't mess with the mama bear

Probably my favorite song from "Songs of Domestic Bliss" -- and now with a video, in case you're one of those people who prefers to watch your music rather than just listening.   Or you can just listen, on the Music…

Whitey Bulger in the Garden

Anyone who is easily offended by off-color language may want to skip today's post.   The topic invites, even demands, profanity.   I am talking, of course, about organic gardening.

I have been gardening, and gardening organically, for the better part of…

Empty nest trial run

The first weekend of our empty nest trial run culminated in a wild naked bicycle ride through the streets of Cambridge.

OK.   So Steve and I weren’t actually on bicycles.   And we were fully clothed.   But we watched about 50…

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New blog! New album! New me!

I am itching to record a second album.  

My first album, “Songs of Domestic Bliss,” sold like hotcakes.   I can say that because nobody, in 2013, buys hotcakes; who even knows what hotcakes are?   In the final tally, gross…