by Malinda Muzi | Sep 30, 2017 | Malinda
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...
by Malinda Muzi | Sep 2, 2017 | Malinda
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...
by Malinda Muzi | Aug 18, 2017 | Malinda
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. ...
by Malinda Muzi | Aug 18, 2017 | Malinda
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....
by Malinda Muzi | Aug 18, 2017 | Malinda
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...
by Malinda Muzi | Aug 15, 2017 | Malinda
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...
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