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If it’s Tuesday it must be poblanos
Those who know me well know one of my summer pastimes is roasting peppers — lots of peppers.
To Zoom or not to Zoom
A couple of weeks ago my high school senior class had a reunion — a Zoom reunion.
Adventure on the high seas
Last week I found a curious email in my inbox at work with my brother’s name in the subject line followed by the words “Brigantine Romance.”
Border business a bit bewildering
Three years ago I went on the shortest-ever shopping trip to Canada — around 30 minutes.
Travels with Chet
Back in the summer of 1977 while I was in college and my brother Steve was in his first year of grad school, our dad wanted to “test drive” a 40-foot Winnebago to see if RVing was the kind of thing he’d enjoy in ...
A life well-lived, and left well
In mid-March my 93-year-old mother, who had so far lived independently in her own home in Cincinnati, was hospitalized. Though I made the 911 call due to her severe back pain (incurred while folding bedsheets) it...
Everything’s ‘just ducky’
In the wake of a global pandemic, protests and political pandemonium, my recent forays to do some springtime birdwatching have provided me with a much welcome respite.
A day well spent playing with pasta dough
There’s been no dearth of fresh eggs in our fridge the past several weeks thanks to our generous neighbors and their healthy henhouse.
Finding my footing on slippery slopes
A spanking new pair of Solomon cross-country skis and boots were under the Christmas tree for me in December, their performance metrics and buyer reviews meticulously researched by both my husband and son prior t...
My decade of dance aerobics
One of the instructors at my gym recently resurrected her old dance aerobics class — 2000s-era music and moves — for a Saturday morning class. I decided it would be fun to go, having been “into” dance aerobics fo...
My decade of dance aerobics
One of the instructors at my gym recently resurrected her old dance aerobics class — 2000s-era music and moves — for a Saturday morning class. I decided it would be fun to go, having been “into” dance aerobics fo...
The metrics of shoveling snow
Due to circumstances beyond my control (weather and a clogged fuel line in the snowblower), I’ve been required to shovel every inch of this winter’s snowfall, one shovel at a time.
Always the next big thing
I got an unexpected introduction to yet another new technology recently.
Holidays made happier by friendly folks
As a new year flings open its sash to let in the fresh air and the passing year shutters its window and turns out the lights, there are a few people I encountered during December whose kindness made the holiday h...
A Christmas reflection
In one of the last lectures in the mindfulness meditation lecture series I listened to recently the author tells an old story about a woman of means named Kisa Gotami, who lived during the Buddha’s time, whose yo...