Happy birthday to everyone!
I am terrible at remembering birthdays. I like to say that unless I am married to you or you came out of my body, I’m not going to remember your birthday. But even that...
A Dose of Vitamin J Moments of joy and fun
Me time and punishment
A little something different for today’s blog post. What follows is an essay that I wrote over ten years ago about getting a pedicure, although it’s really about the struggles of being a working...
Scream Therapy
I don’t scream on roller coasters–I tend to smile (grimace?) while being whipped around curves and flung upside down. I don’t scream at scary movies, although I certainly may jump when caught off guard....
The joy of slowing down
I am a “Type A” personality. That can mean, depending on the moment, that I am hyper-focused, super organized, and a perfectionist. It also means that I typically speed through my days, weeks, and...
What have I been teaching?
I read a lot, and I like to read fiction. I know lots of people (and am related to many of them) who read Important Books. Heavy non-fiction about economics and politics and history....
The joy (?) of learning new things
This is essentially a test post. For some reason, none of my millions of…er, sixteen (I was rounding up)…subscribers have gotten the emails of my last few entries. I’m not sure why. I didn’t...
The joy of aging…gracefully?
As a woman of a certain age, there are several expected (if unwelcome) physical issues that I am experiencing. Many of these can be grouped into one general category, named with the dreaded “M”...
Celebrate the Doing
In our family, we have a lot of traditions–many, if not most, of which involve food. One of my favorites is getting ice cream and French fries after important events. (Gotta have both sweet...
I love animals
I love animals. I do. I enjoy seeing wildlife when I go for a neighborhood walk–squirrels, rabbits, ducks, geese, deer. I enjoy visits to the zoo and other animal parks, and especially enjoy the...
Food and Family
I grew up in a family that didn’t prioritize time in the kitchen. My grandparents preferred Burger King over McDonalds because, as Grandma pointed out, the Whopper came with “salad” on it. This is...