About ten years ago, I went to my parents hometown in Pennsylvania and visited my Grandma P. It was Good Friday when I arrived and I walked in just before lunch. My aunts and uncles and cousins were there and my Grandpa was perched in his usual chair near the TV. I came in and... Continue Reading →

People! I'm a crafter! Fun! It's my outlet - while I'm working numbers all day, and creativity isn't always..."appreciated" in that field (Ahem, Enron) in my off time, I'm crafting. It's my outlet. I used to be enamored with those people who say "I'm a quilter" or "I knit", but I'm just all over the... Continue Reading →

All day every day I speak numbers. That picture of the numbers up there a la' The Matrix (which I've never seen, sorry, not sorry) that soft rain of data, that falls on me on a daily basis. It is a beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous thing. As I'm embracing my forties lately, I'm just tired of... Continue Reading →

A friend of mine posted this beautiful picture the other day. The one you see on this post. Her caption read: "A friendly reminder from the roses in our garden to do your bit to flatten the curve" ...to which I responded, "And perfectly social distanced!" How quickly we adapted. A mere matter of weeks... Continue Reading →

My husband started sending me the football games for next season on our calendar today. I nearly cried. Okay, shush, I did. Whatever. I was elated. Now that we’re embroiled in this new routine, I was overjoyed with happiness about even considering that “normal” is already on my calendar. He’s teaching from the front room... Continue Reading →

Dear Seniors.It’s day five here. Living in the house. I’m watching rain pour down and it’s at least an echo of the feelings I’m working through right now. I know it’s not me giving up as much as you, but today, as we start the preparations for “distance learning” in our house, I’m starting to... Continue Reading →

Dear Lord, Today was not my day. I realize that in the scheme of things, I've had plenty of days that were perfectly satisfactory, and even a pretty durn good fair share of great days...but today...wasn't it. I realize in these days, I'm supposed to learn something. Grace. Patience. Or even that it's okay to... Continue Reading →

Before all this started, each Sunday, we would rotate a family supper between ourselves and our best friends. We'd go to their house or they'd come to ours, we'd share a meal. Have some libations. Play hide n seek with our little people. We'd snack and story and gossip and breathe before the work week... Continue Reading →

I mentioned loving my walk to my garden after work each day. Then I started (over)thinking how pretentious that made me sound. Despite her being a hero in my book for many things, Martha Stewart annoys me when she's like "let's stroll out into my garden" and it's a 100,000 sq ft expanse of verdant... Continue Reading →