Chop Wood, Carry Water

Chop Wood, Carry Water

  I didn’t realize what a funk I was in at turning 75 until I returned to the college to teach this Fall and felt a lift as soon as I saw the students in my first class.  After teaching ten years online, in my nightgown or ratty jeans, having to get dressed...
A Solitary Woman

A Solitary Woman

I spent a few days in Betterton, MD, reading and relaxing, alone with a stack of books.  The  Chesapeake at this time of year is cool and glorious; a little scary when the wind blows over the Bay.  But I needed the alone time -no phone calls, dogs and cats to take...
Coffee Break

Coffee Break

I’m sorry to say I’m fairly indiscriminate when it comes to coffee.  I started drinking it when I was 12, with my Uncle Ben, and haven’t stopped for a day since.  Starbucks, WAWA, Dunkin Donuts, any coffee shop I happen to pass on my daily rounds. ...
Welcome to My Blog

Welcome to My Blog

  I love tables.  Old pine tables.  Oak tables.  Tables make of ancient sewing machines. Drop leaf tables.  Any table where I can sit and drink coffee, read the New York Times and This Old House magazine, chat with friends, and have lunch with my grandchildren....
Celebrating Seventy-Five

Celebrating Seventy-Five

It’s not so bad turning 75 if you’ve done it right. Which means engaging in work that satisfies you and brings you joy; raising happy, competent and caring children; doing the work necessary to acquire good friends; and being close to siblings, who know...
Welcome to My Blog

Welcome to My Blog

I love tables.  Old pine tables.  Oak tables.  Tables make of ancient sewing machines. Drop leaf tables.  Any table where I can sit and drink coffee, read the New York Times and This Old House magazine, chat with friends, and have lunch with my grandchildren. So it is...