Homecooking

Tonight, I made homemade chicken soup with my daughter. Sometimes, you just want your Mom to cook a meal for you that you remember eating as a child,.  These types of moments don’t happen as often as they used to now that my kids all all grown up, have homes and families of their own.  Time spent with them alone,…

When enough, is enough

I’m an impulse shopper. The internet is an impulse shoppers worst enemy. PayPal, One-Click Purchasing, Amazon Free Two-Day Shipping, Etsy, … it’s a minefield out there for people like me. And don’t get me started on thrift stores. they’re a whole nother story. Living in 600 square feet should make it a lot easier to avoid gathering things.  But what…

Living together

My community is a brick apartment building built in 1912. I share parking, laundry facilities, recycling, security (making sure that no one I don’t recognize as a tenant gets in the front door) and a mirade of other responsibilities that come part and parcel with humans living in close quarters. Things like respect, being as quiet as possible, extending privacy,…

An ode to brown calico …

Home-spun and decidedly out of fashion, brown calico, a fabric associated with resilience and sturdyness. Completely wearable while chopping firewood, weeding the garden, kneading bread and when adorned with a bit of lace and a hand knit cardigan, as your Sunday best. When I was a little girl, my bedroom curtains were made from this brown calico, most likely ordered…

Waiting for Mr. Goodloaf

Well, I am officially in a bread desert. After my week in bread heaven (San Francisco) where every meal was served, unceremoniously I may add, with a very large basket of totally amazing sourdough bread, I am bereft, inconsolable, in utter depair of ever eating good bread again. I know, that may sound a bit overdramatiic, but we’re talking staff…

Unplugged

I just got back from San Francisco. Getting out of this tiny town was long overdue.  Little did I know that this trip would open a pandora’s box of feelings, some really old, some recent, some that I think I’ve not had yet.  I found it hard to post photos, I found it hard to even remember to take photos.…

My tiny library

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved books.  I grew up in the county, and getting to town to go to the library, was impossible as my Dad (like most Dad’s in those days) took the car to work in town leaving Mom and us kids home bound. We were very fortunate though, to have a traveling “Bookmobile” that started…

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