Materfamilias Writes

In Praise of Puttering . . .

In Praise of Puttering . . .

I began writing this post yesterday, didn’t finish it, and this morning, honestly, I wonder if it’s worth continuing. We’ve covered this territory before. But, also honestly, it’s what’s I had yesterday, and if it’s…

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In the Pink, But Not in Paris. . . .

In the Pink, But Not in Paris. . . .

Hello! We’re just out of a long weekend here, one which included my birthday, so I’m catching up this morning with homework for my Italian class (Zooming begins at 9:30: I’d better hurry). . .…

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Get A Grip: Self-Judgement and its Antidotes. . .

Get A Grip: Self-Judgement and its Antidotes. . .

The other day I was jerked awake from my afternoon nap by a horrid, pervasive sense of judgement, of being found not only wanting–a complete failure, in fact–but also ridiculous. I couldn’t remember clearly any…

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Outfit of the Day — At Home, Yesterday. . . Paris, Five Years Ago. . .

Outfit of the Day — At Home, Yesterday. . . Paris, Five Years Ago. . .

Yesterday, thinking it might be time to pop another What I Wore post up here I snapped a photo of this outfit which I liked enough to wear twice this week (or I might just…

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Spring Reading. . . .Mystery to Memoir to Anti-Racism, Istanbul to New York City. . .

Spring Reading. . . .Mystery to Memoir to Anti-Racism, Istanbul to New York City. . .

After reading Jesmyn Ward’s Salvage the Bones and Ali Smith’s Spring last month, both wonderful, even important, books. . . but emotionally and mentally demanding. . . I enjoyed the palate-cleansers noted in the photo above: Mick…

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