Suprise Me

I had a somewhat tortured gynecological history (never regular periods, an ectoptic pregnancy in 1981, leaving me with one working Fallopian tube, followed nine months later, with the same IUD in place – the doctor never told me to remove it – by another pregnancy which Dan and I chose to abort for health reasons),… Read More

So I am thinking… I need to look at everything in this house that holds 31 years of marriage and two grown children’s archives, and ask this 51 year old almost single self what do you need? Which books of 5 full book cases do you have to have near you? Which wall hanging/photos are… Read More

Let me just offer the first two personal vignettes that come to mind... Read More

The weather report called for snow, but none had come yet, so we all went to work; no call for alarm. It started snowing around noon on Monday. I watched from the sixth floor as the cars started leaving. I thought I’d wait a while, hoping the single-lane driveway would clear out a bit. Big… Read More

We could get credit for the golden boulder—if we could somehow transport it to the assayer’s office without getting robbed. Read More

Playing in the band for me has been like a culinary jam session Read More

Urban legend has it that Eskimos have at least sixty words for snow or ice or white or something like that.  The notion is that the more we understand something the more finely we can calibrate our description.  For some reason our western culture chooses to make honesty a binary concept rather than something  having… Read More

I was initially stumped by this week’s prompt.  As with “betrayal,” I take the term “admire” very seriously, and was having a hard time thinking of any woman (other than Eleanor Roosevelt or my mother) to write about.  But then Suzy, knowing a fair bit of the backstory, emailed me and said, “What about Polly?” … Read More

My father and I were crazy about dogs. My mother was terrified of them. All my lobbying fell on deaf ears for years. Finally, my brother was off to college and I was a lonely 14 year old. Evidently, my mother had had an interesting discussion with an aunt while I was at school one… Read More

Now I wonder though, might the consumption of that mama cow’s tongue have been the symbolic origin for a daughter’s own future developing poetic tongue? - because these days, who eats cow tongue otherwise? Read More