My friend Marilyn over at Simmer Till Done is getting ready for her daughter’s Bat Mitvah and has been in a fever of baking and crafting for the past couple of weeks.  I ran into her at the coffee shop the other morning, where she taught me the secret of putting lists on pink paper so you can find…

I’m not exactly a teenager anymore, but I still manage to act like one now and then.   On Friday a real hottie walked into the coffeeshop, so what was the first thing I did to catch his eye?  Dumped my mocha all over the front of my t-shirt.  Ah, yes, I’m always the soul of…

The other day, a woman I know came up to me and said, “Do you think your sister could give me a quote for re-doing my living room?”  I stared at her for a minute, uncomprehending.  All of my siblings are tax accountants or some variation thereof.  “Um.  What?” “Isn’t she an interior designer?” “No. ” …

A friend mentioned to my daughter that she was turning fifty later this year.  My daughter paused, then said, “Why?”  Which I think is an excellent question.  Instead of my chronological age, think I’ll turn 39 this year, or even 29.  Because apparently, getting older is a choice.

The other day I was at the coffee shop when the train delivering newsprint to the newspaper plant next door rolled in.  It let out a long low whistle that sounded something like a foghorn.  The barista remarked, “That always reminds me of the call to arm in Lord of the Rings.”   Which prompted…