I was just settling down to my soda crackers with peanut butter when the phone rang. It was my friend Maureen. “Hi, how are you?” she says. She always starts her phone conversations that way. “They’ve started a drum circle that meets on Sunday. Why don’t you come down and go with us. It’s really fun.”
Hmmm, I thought. Another Maureen thing.
Maureen has a knack for finding unusual, amusing things to do Continue reading
MMMM, roasted carrot salad. This looks good, kind of French. I imagine a slim wraith of girl (maybe she looks like Audrey Hepburn) bicycling in southern France, her white organdy dress fluttering behind her as she rides. She is meeting someone — Gregory Peck? — at a small cafe —
But I digress. I know I have some carrots here somewhere. The recipe says: Continue reading
Good news for everybody who follows Rosemary at “Coming of Age” – her blog is now available as a beautiful little book!
Congratulations, Rosemary! – from all of us at Salt River Publishing.
It was a delicious morning in Tucson. In the night I woke briefly to the drum of rain on the skylight. Blessed rain in the desert! A welcome break from our searing 105 degree highs of June. By the time my feline alarm clock Continue reading
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The day is fast proceeding,
Get up Neow Neow! Neow!
Your cat needs feeding.
It’s only half past five, you say?
No, surely you’re mistaken.
My tummy says it’s way past eight,
And feeling quite forsaken.
I tried to wake you gently
With a paw upon your cheek, Continue reading
Memorial Day has never been very high on my hierarchy of holidays. Mostly it has marked the end of school year and the semi-official opening of summer. As time has drifted on it has been Continue reading
My friend Sally, 80, is a proud, tenacious and unrepentant Luddite by her own admission. She stopped her march into technology Continue reading
Remembering my mom this Mother’s Day. There was not much formal “sit-down-and listen while I teach you” in my upbringing. Most of it was by example. Continue reading
It’s a sad day for me. I’ve had to retire my gym shoes. I remember the day I found them at DSW – black Reeboks in lightweight mesh. The clunky soles were bright traffic stripe yellow and the lining in shocking pink showed as a tasteful Continue reading
I used to have a “Someday” list of things I wanted to do, places I wanted to see. And many of those things have been checked off: Grand Canyon, New Zealand, the Lake District of England, the Dera in India. Now “Someday” has become “Now or Never” Continue reading