I don’t do Thanksgiving as well as my grandparents. My grandmother made fabulous feasts. Everyone would sit at a long table that held more than 20 chairs. My grandfather sat at the head of the table and carved the turkey… Read More ›
Family
Growing Up Dead…
Growing Up Dead in Texas I saw this book on a shelf last month, and bought it. (Note: I haven’t read it yet, this is not a review or recommendation) I have never heard of the book, or the author…. Read More ›
Skype Me
Just a few minutes ago, I hung up the phone from talking to an old friend of mine, who is currently working out side of London. When I say ‘hung up’, I meant I touched the screen in my fancy… Read More ›
Halloween costumes of the past, and present….
I’ve been looking through photographs of Halloween costumes. Now that my children are grown I don’t pull out the camera each year, and only if invited to a party do I dress up! Above is a photograph of part of… Read More ›
London with the Boys
Part 4 of the Blood and Guts Tour I had booked in the Green Park Hilton in London because I had accumulated enough points for one of the three nights we were staying in the city. It is in the… Read More ›
Westover Postcards
My elder daughter (now graduate of MIT, DOCTOR daughter) attended a private high school. She was one of those children that from an early age teachers would say “She’s different.” This turned out to be the kind of different that… Read More ›
On Being a Girl, and Chemistry Sets
When I was a school girl, my parents received Sears catalogs on a regular basis. Each fall, a large Sears Wishbook , with over 300 pages, would arrive in the mail. I remember pouncing on these catalogs, skipping over all… Read More ›
Every life needs a little MOXIE!
My daughter, Aynsley, a few years ago moved to her first apartment in the city of Keene NH. She enjoys small town life, while also being close to her parents. We live only a few miles away, but out in… Read More ›
If You Can’t Stand the Heat…
jeffwagg and I exchange stories by giving each other a word which is the seed for the next correspondence. This is my response to his choice of “Heat.” It’s 9 p.m. I’m sitting at my desk, doing homework and chatting… Read More ›
Astrid of Belgium, Memorial Chapel in Switzerland
When I lived in Brussels with my family, I was slightly confused at the many things named “Astrid”. I knew that “Astrid” was a more “Nordic” name. I asked around and was told about the wonderful, still deeply loved, Princess… Read More ›
Two Different Girls 