I have a choice today about what I can write. Here’s what’s going on in my life, just as similar things are going on in yours.
One of the things I’ve learned about writing a blog. People may enjoy the happy posts, but they flock to the disaster posts. Conversely, they dislike the disaster posts, because we all have enough sturm and drang in our lives and prefer a bit of divertissement. [Read more…]
Along with all the articles at this time of year about new year resolutions are articles about how by the end of January, most people have abandoned their resolutions.
“Resolutions I can keep” is an idea I got from my daughter. When she told me hers, I was delighted because they seemed so doable instead of inspirational. I’ve borrowed a few from her to adopt as my own, and added to the list.
For the past, oh, two decades, I’ve stayed home, happily.
I’m not a believer in the eve. It makes so many people miserable. It’s an arbitrary date. Forced gaiety is not my thing.
I usually cook something comforting, drink some good bubbles, watch the ball drop and go to bed. I adore New Year’s day however, waking well and early with great energy for what’s ahead. Cooking another something comforting for my hangover-straggling-in friends. [Read more…]
This year I did something I’ve never done before. I escaped Christmas. In the days leading up to “the big day” I baked the cookies and gave out the tips to service people. I went to a few parties and bought a little gift here and there.
But right now, as you perhaps are cleaning up ribbons and wrappings, I am digging my feet into the warm sand. Just a three day escape to change things up.
It is my way of announcing to the world (and to me) that “things have to be different around here.” [Read more…]
I must say, I got what I asked for. It was passionately intense. It wasn’t passion pretty, it was passion difficult. It involved my daughter writing, finishing and presenting her thesis. A “surprise” hip replacement surgery and the months long rehabilitation afterwards. My son started a new job in Cancun (code for: I helped him outfit his flat) and my daughter left for France to see if she wanted to settle there. (She does). A bucket list trip (meaning: big and expensive) to Alaska that ended with me [Read more…]
When you receive a hand knit item — or any hand made item for that matter — you’re not just receiving a cozy hat or a loaf of banana bread. You are receiving the time, memories and emotions of the person who made it.
I’m a knitter and a finished piece is a diary of the time I was knitting it. I knit the scarf above for my cousin. [Read more…]
It seems that in the past few years I find myself saying, “Christmas has to be different this year.”
For years, I prided myself on creating the same, classical and elegant Christmas every year for my children. Isn’t that the point — to create memories and tradition? I rejoiced as I strung the tiny blue and white lights and set up the tree and the nativity.
Lately, Christmas has become a minefield of emotion and memory. [Read more…]