All Purls. No Swine.
My mother-in-law, Geraldine Zbozny, was born 105 years ago today. Here's an update of a post I've published annually for the past few years: It’s been sixteen years since my mother-in-law passed away, and perhaps it’s time to tell a bit of her story. Geraldine Virginia was born on May 13, 1918. She’d have been… Continue reading A Mother-In-Law For the Ages–How Great Thou Wert
I first posted the following on Ricochet, on May 8, 2020. Sadly, darling Auntie Pat is no longer with us, having died shortly before Christmas 2022, at the grand old age of 99. But the humanity, gutsiness, and wisdom that she--and so many others of the 'greatest generation'--exemplified, resonates today. https://youtu.be/6AC2vzAA5N8 Ladies and gentlemen,… Continue reading Digging (and Cooking) For Victory–VE Day +78!
The late Mr. Right was fond of saying that: "In an age of entitlement, the scarce resource is gratitude." Boy howdy, did he have it nailed. Just as: "In an age of selfishness, the scarce resource is altruism," or: "In an age of narcissism, the scarce resource is kindness and thought for others." I could… Continue reading Gratitude: For Michael
On this April 16, 2023, a day that would have been my grandmother Molly's 125th birthday, I bring back a post originally published six years ago today, on Ricochet. It was Easter Sunday for me then; it's Easter Sunday today for my Orthodox friends. Happy Easter, everyone! My grandmother Molly could be a rather stern… Continue reading On Granny. Oh, and On Chocolate, Too. And a Few Other Things As Well
Full disclosure: I'm 68 years old. This upcoming September (2023), I'll be 69. No point pretending otherwise. No point writing posts either celebrating--or bemoaning--my "hotness" in a previous life about half-a-century ago (so I'll spare you the bikini-beach-babe pic, unless you're really determined to view it, in which case knock yourself out). Fings--these days--is wot… Continue reading 2023 Update–Semper Fi! My Marine Corps Tulips. And Some Other Stuff As Well.
The best part of this little video may be the utterly useless Border Collie, who I think might be stuffed. I first "met" Champis the Sheepherding Rabbit over a decade ago, online. What can I say? People send me these sorts of things all the time. I pass them on whenever I can. The audio… Continue reading Champis, The Sheep Herding Rabbit, And Maudie Nichols
'Fat' is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her. I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is 'fat' worse than 'vindictive,' 'jealous,' 'shallow,' 'vain,' 'boring,' or 'cruel?' Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about… Continue reading Quote of the Day: On Overcoming Girly Insults and Dealing With Compliments of Any Sort
Well, it's NCAA basketball time again. I know this only because I turned on the TV the other night, and there it was. I watch very few current programs, so I am always somewhat peeved when the event I've planned my evening around disappears, especially when it is replaced by something so absurd as a… Continue reading “Historia Calamitatum”
It's always a risk to go sailing down rabbit holes, because you never know what you might turn up when you hit bottom. Thus, after a recent conversation with a family member about the previous paternal generation of Rights, and its love of the early 20th century music-hall oeuvre. My father and his siblings were… Continue reading My Lily of Laguna–My Lily and My Rose
Lord. Here we are, halfway through January already. And it's still Christmas in my house, although I've started to take the decorations down. Won't be long until I'm regretting doing so. Especially the tree. Because, soon enough, it'll be time to start all over again. And if I'd just left everything up, I wouldn't have… Continue reading January 15