Of Bikes and Bees and Things that Please. . .
Cycling this route was what I chose to do on our 43rd anniversary last week, to please myself. I clarified the choice as I wrote my “morning pages” my husband still sleeping. Some of you…
View PostCycling this route was what I chose to do on our 43rd anniversary last week, to please myself. I clarified the choice as I wrote my “morning pages” my husband still sleeping. Some of you…
View PostThanks so much for your lovely responses to the post I almost didn’t write on Monday, feeling a bit discouraged about blogging as I was. Or perhaps not so much discouraged as protective of my…
View PostThe post I had planned for this morning wasn’t really an “outfit post.” Instead, I was using the playful exhortation on this t-shirt as an entry-point to tell you about my efforts lately to figure…
View PostQuite some time ago, I mentioned a Moroccan-style chicken dish that Pater makes, and a few of you asked if I’d share his recipe. And then other night he served it up, with some ever…
View PostBack to Paris? Come along with me, and perhaps you can enjoy a café allongé at the next table, as I scribble in my travel journal. Okay, yes, our travel will be of the armchair variety,…
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