Category: Old Blog

I opened this blog with intention of erasing it all. I really don’t ever write in it. I prefer to hand write mostly and then it’s in my journal for my consumption only. I don’t read the comments people send me. Even on Facebook, I don’t read comments. I prefer to spend my time OFF…

In days of old before light required only a circuit chores were done by lantern two hours before breakfast for all the important work of the day required the light of the sun A race against the golden chariot until long shadows lit our way home to a simple supper by candlelight with stories and…

I turned 47 today. I woke up thinking about the pros and cons of my full-time job – Mom – when instead, what ran through my head, where all things I’m embarrassed about. Here’s the list, as stupid and meaningless as it is:   I’m embarrassed to be a mom among all the nannies in…

Today, while cleaning out my bookshelves, I had an interesting revelation. In my preteens, I preferred fantasy; in my twenties, theory;  in my thirties, practice. Now, approaching my forties, with very little time to read, I spend most of my time in a reality outside of books. It reminds me of the Hindu stages of…

This morning, on the NPR Morning Edition’s short series “Climate Connections,” there was an article about the Tureng people of Mali. This nomadic people have been forced to move into cities and grow crops, rather than raise goats, because of effects of the 40 year drought. Although the men interviewed expressed dismay at the loss…

One of my fondest memories of elementary school was sitting at those small tables at lunchtime and opening up my lunch box to find a cup of boysenberry yogurt (Does anyone make this any more?). I would take the cup, turn it upside down on a plate, and with my fork, poke holes in the…

This morning I looked out my window to see these two beauties! How they managed to get to my yard, I don’t know. Our house borders the train tracks and then the Arboretum, but there’s a tall fence between the two. There is a small hole in the fence, but it seems too small for…

The awesome Better World Travel Club (a green alternative to AAA) inspired these great green Haikus. Here one I like: Leftover meatloaf keeps cool and safe in my fridge, but it heats the world*. [*NOTE: The refrigerator heats the world, not the meatloaf] – Erik N. Portland, OR However, I would beg to differ on…

I’ve always been a fan of naps. I love hammocks, beach towels, and porch swings. I love couches in libraries and college student unions. Growing up, I especially loved to nap on long car rides, listening to my parents in the front seat; their words blending into pleasant background noise lulling me to sleep along…

I’m continually surprised by the strong connection I feel to women — both my ancestors as well as most women in the world today — whenever I’m in the midst of cooking, really cooking. On most nights I throw together some protein, carbs, fiber and call it a dinner. But today, being my daughter’s birthday…