Loss, Love, Music

Happy Birthday, Pierino Ronald Como!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffZI9ETWMmo He was born 110 years ago, on May 18, 1912, just a small piece down the road from me, in Canonsburg PA, home of (among other things) Sarris Candies and All-Clad cookware.  Not to mention also Bobby Vinton, Marty Schottenheimer (giving the lie to the idea that the only good things, NFL-wise, to come… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Pierino Ronald Como!

Culture, Family, Love, Politics

Just a Daughter’s Memories: Nigeria 1959

March is a problematic month for me, being one of those two or three in the year in which anniversaries and memories--those both deleriously joyous and desperately sad--seem to congregate and coalesce in an inescapable, and sometimes overwhelming, swarm.  My granddaughter's birthday. Our dinner of grace and the death of Mr. Right's first wife.  "Fifteen… Continue reading Just a Daughter’s Memories: Nigeria 1959

Ave Atque Vale, Family, Family Matters, Love

Amazing Grace–A Lenten Post

During a British conference on comparative religions, experts from around the world were discussing whether any one belief was unique to the Christian faith. They began eliminating possibilities. Incarnation? Other religions had different versions of gods appearing in human form. Resurrection? Again, other religions had accounts of return from death. The debate went on for… Continue reading Amazing Grace–A Lenten Post

Beauty, Family, Feminism, Love, Womanly Feminism

My “Feminist” Fever Dream

I am the grandmother of an eight-year-old girl. Technically, she is my step-granddaughter, though the distinction makes no difference, I assure you. Her mother is my stepdaughter and beloved friend. Her first few years have not been idyllic. And she’s had to learn to be a little tougher than I would like, a little earlier than I would… Continue reading My “Feminist” Fever Dream

Animals, Farming, Life, Loss, Love, Pets and Livestock, Quote of the Day

Giving My Heart (Just Once More) For a Dog to Tear

Well, OK.  Einstein was wrong.  (I say this because I refuse to believe, just because I indulge this particular sort of repetitive behavior--always believing that, next time, when the end comes I'm going to weather the storm without incident--that I’m insane.  Obtuse, stubborn, and human, perhaps.  But not insane.) Shortly before Christmas, it fell to… Continue reading Giving My Heart (Just Once More) For a Dog to Tear

Family, Family Matters, Life, Loss, Love, Quote of the Day

Roses are Red . . . Jokes, Adages, Sayings

I've mentioned before how much I enjoy Ammo Grrrll's Friday morning posts on Powerline.  Today's post, Make New Friends, and Keep the Old, is no exception. Her fond recounting of some of the entries in "Mama Dorothy's autograph book" put me in mind of this post I wrote on Ricochet eight (!) years ago about… Continue reading Roses are Red . . . Jokes, Adages, Sayings

Animals, Ave Atque Vale, Loss, Love, Pets and Livestock

Ave Atque Vale: The Greatest Pyrenees

He was the biggest--in every sense of the word--dog who's ever owned me.  Big of size, big (well, reasonably big) of brain, big of spirit, but most of all, big of heart. Levi's long, and very good, run came to an end this morning.  He'd been having increasing trouble hauling his 150lb frame to its… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale: The Greatest Pyrenees

Culture, Love, Music

Musical Sundays: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

So.  The world is going gaga (lower case) today about Taylor Swift's rendition of "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" at the ceremony inducting Carole King into the Rock-and-Roll Hall of Fame. As with most things Taylor Swift, it's heavy on the pop, the backup singers, and the synthesizers and I don't know how much… Continue reading Musical Sundays: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

Ave Atque Vale, Book Review, Family, Humor, Loss, Love

An Autocorrect Fail, or Just the Funniest Book Review Ever?

Before my husband, Mr. Right, died last year, he spent many years (probably well over a decade, now that I reflect on it with the benefit of hindsight) slowly succumbing to dementia.  It's a cruel disease, as many of you know.  But also looking back on it, and--indeed--since he died, I've found humor in some… Continue reading An Autocorrect Fail, or Just the Funniest Book Review Ever?