Come With Me. Let’s Escape.

  The phone rings. “Come with me to Hatteras,” my husband says when I answer. “Come stay for two or three days. Pack your bathing suit.” He sounds a little out of breath. I can hear the muffled sounds of a busy airport in the background, the tinny voice of the public address system, the […]

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Slogans

My office is awash in slogans.  Little rectangles of paper taped on the front of my laptop stand or tucked under the glass top of my desk. Some are practical. One thing at a time. Horizontal surfaces are not for storage. Others offer stark admonishment: Do something restorative. Every day. Like I’m yelling at myself. […]

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And Now for the Ancient Admiral Kitchen Stove

Since last week’s blog was a rant about pre-marital furniture, I thought it only fair to present an alternative view this week, by arguing for the virtue of our Ancient Admiral Kitchen Stove, another hangover from my husband’s first marriage. Perhaps “hangover” isn’t the most apt choice of word. Legend has it that this stove was part […]

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