I tossed my Queen of Christmas crown over to my eldest daughter, our family attorney. She’s got the babies and the career, so like a good mother, I’ve let her take on the joys of bouncing holiday hoopla, family, friends and career. I say this with impunity because it’s how tradition rolls. (Why do I not hear my daughter laughing out loud?????) However, my Queen of the Roasted Turkey crown remains intact. Yes, I am the Queen of Roasted Turkeys—and chicken too. […]
When we neared the first sign of civilization along Highway 1, spouse declared, “This is great! There’s nothing here.”
“Nothing” indicated a deficiency of swank hotels, chi-chi bistros, and chic boutiques. Not a Starbucks or a Pottery Barn to be found.
Each of my core friends also has core friends who share silver and gold threads. My observation is that these are the ones who know us for who we are, for who we’ve been, and for who we shall still become. And that is an unexpected gift of maturity.
understand those who criticize breast cancer research nonprofits and the commercialization of the pink ribbon, along with the high cost of treatment. But now that I am a breast cancer survivor, I’m grateful for the research funded by donations; I don’t care if a large corporate gives a just penny from a profitable sale to breast cancer research (pennies add up), and the day your doctor says “you have cancer,” it may well become the worst day of your life. So when asked if I’d take conventional treatment again, I answer, “In a minute.”
Reflection tells me that much has changed within my life since then. I discovered and befriended many others who wish and act for the greater good. Near my 40th Daily Good post two people at a party approached me and said, “I love your Daily Good.” Wow. Inching past 50 Daily Good posts, questions like, “Where do you find these?” started coming into my email box.
Our iconic date of September 11 nears. The hate that darkened that historic day proliferates and I fear that I’m slipping into some nightmarish rabbit hole with twisted reality and tangled nonsensical tales.
It is as if the Ten Commandments are turned inside out and what is good is bad and what is bad is good.
The Chefs Confer. Blog Update. 9/25/2010 (Above photo: Chefs Rahm Fama and Dakota Weiss discuss the feast they created for family and friends just before Rahm left to film his new Food Network program, Meat and Potatoes.) Spouse and I stayed up way past our bedtime to watch Rahm’s Food Network debut of “Meat and Potatoes” last night. I’m not a food show critic, so I can’t give it a critique…except that when the show was done I craved a big […]
I’m agitated. I’m feeling like I want to go all Carl Spackler and build exploding clay varmints. While current politicians and news events still send me to a very large glass of wine at night, that’s not what makes me struggle with thoughts of sharp or explosive objects and chemical warfare.
“When our world is shaken up, it is an opportunity for growth and change,” the counselor responded to my quest for how to keep our spirit rich while we watch the world’s economy slip further into the gutter and our battle to keep afoot is like fighting with one leg and one arm.
I like writing about people like Evelyn Dabritz as opposed to chasing media kings, queens, princes and princesses who offer nothing but noise. Their insignificant steps don’t even leave footprints behind.
The Muse Pallet 