Last weekend, I cuddled under a blanket in my chair and turned on Miss Marple. It has been at least six months since I watched her and my plan was to enjoy a cozy rest with my friend Marple in the background. I wasn’t going to miss anything coming in and out of sleep, since…
When it comes to visibility metaphors, the only vehicle I’m qualified to talk about is an automobile. And I failed my test at first taking. But I have helped three young adults earn their licenses since then, so maybe that initial parallel parking kerfuffle has been forgiven. On a road trip with Marc last month,…
I grew up in a family that held hands to share ‘grace’ before each of our evening meals. Like many people, we have stories about the big meals growing cold because of the length of this prayer on special holidays. As a young person, I was often aware of the unimportant things during grace –…
I love my toothbrush. A few years ago when I was feeling all the uncertainty of what to get Marc for Christmas, a stroll through Target found me in the dental hygiene aisle getting matching toothbrushes. You can’t top me for romantic gifts! We got matching (well, his is black and mine is white) Philips…
Here is a proposal: What if we decided to share Thanksgiving Holiday together at my home. After the parade and as we enjoyed our meal, I would suggest we share a talent show. The performance would come between pie-eating and bed-time. We would have roughly five hours to decide and prepare what we would share…
At my piano lesson this week, we added a piece that introduces use of the pedal. My teacher said in passing, ‘I’m sure you’ve messed around with the pedal at home.’ And with that one phrase, the universe stopped. “No. No, I do not mess around with the pedal. I grew up with pianos in…