On a beautiful sunny Sunday such as today, one’s thoughts really ought to be turning to proper, serious, classical things, such as opera, or political debate, or baking a pecan pie for our visiting children, or religion, or ballet. . … Continue reading
As a child, I was a terribly picky eater. It didn’t do any good to mention it, though, because I couldn’t leave the table until I’d eaten what my mother told me to eat. Now, unfortunately, I’m not quite as … Continue reading
There is something about trees in winter that makes me think of good a cappella. Without the accompanying leaves and instrumentals, I can see the actual shape of the tree, or the song. I suppose this analogy could also be … Continue reading
I have been an adult for a long time now, but I still like to dip my steak in ketchup. I like french fries dipped in ketchup, too – but only if they’re fat fries. Little salty skinny fries are … Continue reading
I have been collecting quotations since before most of you were born or thought of I was in college. There is just something about words in certain combinations that fascinates me, tantalizes me, makes me laugh out loud, reduces me … Continue reading
I once bought quart-size bottles of glitter – all colors – and gave my sixth graders carte blanche to make creative castle/dragon/princess/knight posters for my unabridged fairy tale unit. Three years later the carpet was still twinkling and the janitor … Continue reading