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Green Eggs and Ham?

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Deadline is looming and I’ve lost this week’s almost finished column. Can’t tell you how often this happens: I fool around all week, suddenly scare up something that has caught my interest, write my fingers sore, proudly punch the “send” button, and voila!

Nothing.

Can’t find my notes, can’t even find where I was writing, and it’s getting dark and Dave has worked himself into a state that I’ll keep him awake if I don’t come to bed RIGHT NOW. Read More»

Kitchen Conservation

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The honeymoon is probably over by now for this summer’s crop of June brides.

Figuratively as well as literally.

The honeymoon is definitely over by the time you start having to deal with leftovers.

Despite my bragging some time ago that sending Dave to do the grocery shopping has resulted in reduced spending and fewer leftovers, there are still enough to keep me searching for room to put them in an already overloaded freezer and refrigerator.

I don’t know who came up with the idiotic dimensions of the standard refrigerator. It had to be a man. Read More»

Mea Culpa in Kitchen

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Feel the need to come clean in a couple of borderline deceptive actions recently.

One problem with co-existing with a chronic disease is that you may try to take advantage of it. Not a really bad habit, I suppose, but I’ve got to watch closely the tendency to use it for unearned benefits. Read More»

Falling for Vacation

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Among the usual souvenirs of a week at the beach – suntans, shells, a few extra pounds around the middle – Dave brought home the most spectacular bruise I think we’ve ever seen.

No, no, he hadn’t been tippling. He did this himself.

We had a week in Holmes Beach, Florida, with the usual cast of characters: Jean and her boys, Mary and Rainer (Mary’s German consort), Dave and I, with Rainer’s son and his girlfriend for one night. A merry crew it was, someone always coming and going, big decisions to be made, like where to eat dinner tonight, in or out. Read More»

See Grace

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This column originally appeared in The Citizen in 1999.

Like a song you start humming in the morning and can’t get out of your mind, one word comes to me over and over again to describe events in my life.

Grace. Pure grace. Disposed as I am to want to look beyond church talk — journalistic habits die hard — I went to my dictionary to see what it offers besides a theological definition of grace: “The unmerited love and favor of God toward mankind.” Read More»

A gathering of spirits

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This column originally appeared in April, 1998.

As we headed home, in 1998, from that surprising region of glaciers, waterfalls, forest and sea, starry nights and long, long days that comprise Alaska, we made a final stop in Sitka — for one more surprise. Read More»

From 'Appearances' to 'Foyle'

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I’m finally of an age that I should be allowed to watch whatever television program(s) I wish without apology or explanation.

Yet here I am trying to figure out why I am delving into what feels like a visit to the confessional. “And the envelope, please?”

It takes a little time to build up a “must-watch” list strong enough to make me say with a straight face, “I’m sorry, we have plans for that evening.”

Smile.

Sorry. Read More»

Mary's Letters in Spring

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Found a few letters I had filed away in case of column depravation. So many of you tell me you like to read of Mary’s adventures in Europe. Permit me.

In case you are relatively new to town, let me introduce you to our elder daughter, Mary, an opera accompanist in Dusseldorf on the Rhine River in what we used to call West Germany. She works an irregular schedule hinging on rehearsals and personal coaching, and gladly gets on a bus to help with a distant venue and a company of mixed nationalities. Read More»

Some Thoughts about Time

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This column originally appeared in The Citizen in July, 1999.

Time is money, they say, but no, it isn’t. Time is not money, and cannot be measured in the way money can.

You can earn money and spend money and keep track of money. While you may not know exactly how much money you will have at a given time in your life, you probably know whether your paycheck will cover expenses, how well your investments will do, how much a pension plan will pay — and you can amend income or reduce outgo.

Money is predictable, trackable. You know how much is in your account. Read More»

Being a matriarch is hard

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We’re looking forward to a gathering of the clan this summer, on a smaller scale than this one in 2001. Good to review sometimes.

Breathes there the mom, with soul so dead, who never to herself hath said, “This matriarch stuff is not all it’s cracked up to be”?

If you’re a reader of op-ed pages and letters to the editor, you’ve surely been following the controversy Washington Post columnist Richard Cohen ignited when he wrote that rearing a child is not the world’s most difficult job, as parents who leave the work force often claim. Read More»