Just in time for us to wave goodbye to November and say hello to December, there is a breeze outside that seems determined to chase the warm temperatures away. In the distance clouds have formed, the sight of them leave me hoping that the weather channels warning of a rainstorm this week, is real. The idea that winter […]
Music that Speaks a Truth
How often do you find you relate to the words of a song? It seems to me that countless musicians have the uncanny ability of singing, what I think of as, some form of universal truth. Today I am really missing Jen Kehl’s, Twisted Mix Tape Tuesdays. TMTT was a blog hop where bloggers from all over […]
Potato Cinnamon Rolls Recipe
Yesterday I posted an essay called, Grandma’s Sweet Rolls, which really was more a story about Grandma than her rolls. Today I am giving you her potato cinnamon rolls recipe. Word of warning: this is not a recipe for calorie counters, health fanatics or sugar busters. Nor is it a recipe for individuals who possess zero […]
Grandma’s Sweet Rolls
Crouched down I retrieved the binder which is beyond bursting with recipes—some clipped from newspaper, some from magazines, while others were passed on. I knew what I was looking for when I flipped the tab marked “BREADS” to the side. Her long-hand penmanship came into view — Grandma’s Sweet Rolls — involuntarily I sat on […]
Nature. Beauty. Gratitude.
This short film, Nature. Beauty. Gratitude., created by Louie Schwartzberg, encapsulates gratitude in such an extraordinary way. I am grateful for your presence here and wish you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving!
News and Empathy
When I began to write this morning the sun had just begun to paint her first stroke of orange and pink across the sky. In all her majesty she sent out that initial ray, it appeared as a fine line across the horizon, then in time it grew wide enough to push away the dark. But in order to […]
The First Time I Was Raped
The first time I was raped was in the back seat of a car. I was 16. In those days the legal age to drink was 18, and underage drinking mostly went unnoticed. It was pretty typical for all of us kids to first hit the Connecticut bars, then, once they closed, head to either Port Chester or Purchase — state line […]
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