Small Talk

Just look around. Don’t tell me there aren’t several things, and people, you’d like to have tweaked just a wee bit.

Call me Grandma! I joined this lovely club last week and it has already been filled with amazing moments.

The dry facts of who married and begat whom is far less interesting to me than the recollections of how they actually lived their lives.

Every time I take a deep breath, I get a little giddy. Summer is here and I know this by the wonderful scents in the

I am having to retrain and be retrained. I hate learning curves.

As summer approaches I face the usual horrible truths. I need to shop for a bathing suit. This is most women’s finest nightmare.

I submit that by early May, moms and some of the dads are just tapped out, both monetarily and physically.

Life is filled with small but memorable lessons. I find it really annoying.

I had no idea, until I tried to replicate her recipes, just how nuanced and labor intensive her cooking was.