All Purls. No Swine.
...is to tell their stories. That's what I've tried to do, over the years with my family members, my friends, and many others I've lost over the years. Some of them certainly didn't start out as natural allies. But they all ended up beloved. And the only way I can insure that the world remembers… Continue reading The Best Way to Memorialize the Dead…
It's July 2. 183 days down; only 182 more to go. (She said, as if that's a good thing.) I've written several posts over the years on the "twelve little words" I try to come up with at the beginning of a new year, ones which describe and put in some perspective the previous 365… Continue reading Over-the-Hump Day, 2023
I've written, every now and then, about my New Year's practice of trying to sum up the year that's passed in just twelve words, one for each month. I'm not much of a diarist, other than in the ways I write my life here and on Ricochet, and as a rule I try not to… Continue reading Twelve Little Words–2022
...is to tell their stories. That's what I've tried to do, over the years, with my family members--father, mother, husband, stepson Sam, stepson Mike, friend Colleen, Mr. Right's first wife, Auntie Pat, and many others I've lost over the years. Some of them certainly didn't start out as natural allies. But they ended up as… Continue reading The Best Way to Memorialize the Dead…
The film is dark and grainy, and the room is poorly lit. None of the cast is wearing the proper sort of clothes or makeup. And all of them, particularly the father of the little moppet with the starring role, are bursting with their pride in the first member of a new generation in the… Continue reading Pictures of Perfection: Christmas 1956
I’ve gone through a little exercise, the past several New Year’s Eves, to try to sum up the year that’s passing in twelve words, one for each month. Herewith, my roundup for 2019: Softness, Family, Broken, Celebration, Construction, Sickness, Renovation, Compromise, Stabilization, Justice, Insurance, Acceptance. In no particular order: Item: Two dear friends with life-threatening illnesses, both… Continue reading Memories of 2019
My grandmother Molly could be a rather stern old lady. She was born when Queen Victoria was still on the throne, on April 16, 1898. She died in 1988, long-lived, like many in my family. If I were to tell you just one thing about Granny, it would be this: She. Never. Gave. In. Every morning… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: On Chocolate