This happened in another time and another place. Or perhaps it never happened at all. Maybe it’s an alternate version of a different story; such is the way of fairy tales. In any case, here is my disclaimer: this is… Continue Reading
Every January I take the time to look back at the best literature of the previous year. Last year, thanks to library audiobooks, I was able to consume 97 books, 86 of them novels. 2016 was a good year to… Continue Reading
Tomorrow I’m hosting our monthly book club lunch. I should be frantically cooking and cleaning, but I have the Latvian Stew on simmer and my book club friends will probably forgive me a bit dust. Besides, we’re all aging and… Continue Reading
I noticed the crumpled Kleenex on the sidewalk and kept walking. I didn’t pick it up because the idea of touching someone else’s used tissue was just too icky. And I sidestepped the dog feces—wondering how irresponsible some people can be.… Continue Reading
This is the story of how I survived my husband’s 50th high school reunion. It is also a book review of my new favorite book: “Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind,” by Yuval Noah Harari. And, yes, the two are… Continue Reading
About 20 years ago, on a road trip through the Smoky Mountains, my mother asked if we could listen to one of her “talking books” as she was too tired for conversation. I not only listened to an Agatha Christie… Continue Reading
Once upon a time–way back in the last millennia–a Light Princess was born. She was not a princess in the traditional way; her parents were not royal; she was a princess because she chose to be. And a Light Princess… Continue Reading
I read in the paper yesterday about the FTO gene, nicknamed the “fatso” gene. (Ha-ha, aren’t those scientists cute and zany? Not. ) One in six adults carry two copies of the gene variant; they weigh on the average seven… Continue Reading
Warning: If you are of delicate sensibility and abhor reading novels with violence, profanity, sex or just an overall vulgar attitude, you probably should stop reading now. No doubt your overall mental health is much better than mine. But I… Continue Reading
Sunday, 5 a.m., I’m awake and communing with my Christmas angel. I like to believe in her. She’s pretty, thin, tan and blonde. But she’s fallen down on the job this year. I’ve decorated, baked and sprinted through the mall… Continue Reading
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