The amount of time I spend salivating over the various color options for Pentel's Energel pens is something! I love the teal, the burgundy and the steel blue. I love the purple and the violet, the pink and the magenta. I love the tips and the flow, the colors and the intensity.
I already have quite…
Recently, I was over at my mom's place for dinner. We were chatting about this and that. (Admittedly, I've been plying her, of late, for more details about her childhood and younger years -- mine, too.) We were talking about school and our favorite subjects and teachers. I told her Mrs. Curtis, my English teacher…
What an odd world we live in.
I've been on the lookout for a second pair of a particular pair of pants I really like. I found one on Poshmark and was considering buying them.
Then I saw the listing price. The seller listed the pants at $200 marked down to $35.
My "huh?" hackles went up.
$200 for…
This is, I believe, the place.
When I saw this video (below) on social media, I had an instant visceral reaction. Then I saw the location where the video was take -- Twister Falls at Eagle Creek in Oregon -- and I thought, "That's the place! It has to be!"
Back in my early or mid-30s, my…
It's snowing outside. Little specks and flecks. Not much volume or thickness, but it's snow, and it's pretty outside, and it's the MLK holiday, to boot, and, well, I wanted to go outside for a walk. So I did.
Bundled and layered up as I was, I didn't put on gloves. It wasn't that cold outside…
I fell for a scam yesterday.
I realized I'd done so minutes after it happened, contacted PayPal right away, and they refunded my money.
The scam was promoted in an ad on Facebook. It's a site selling reduced-cost USPS forever stamps that are a few years old under the guise of clearing out old inventory. It sure…
In 2013, I went to Black Rock City, home of Burning Man, a week early to help build the French Quarter Village, of which More Carrot, the camp for which I was a theme camp organizer, was located within. The French Quarter had been, essentially, reprimanded after having received too many yellow and red markings…
When I was around 12 or 13 years-old and babysitting back in the mid-'70s -- yep, you read that right: I was babysitting other people's children, on the regular, at age 12 with zero babysitting classes under my belt and no insight or info on childcare other than watching over my younger sibs when my…
The order in which things are said, done or occur matters in many instances and in others, not at all.
It matters, for example, whether I put the oil in the saucepan and heat it before I add the onions when I'm sautéing up some fresh greens, but the sequence doesn't matter if I eat those…
As winter sets in and temperatures drop, being warm and cozy starts to climb higher on my list of priorities.
Despite layering myself in warm wools for sleep (wool socks for sure, a worn and somewhat hole-dotted long merino skirt around my legs and a cashmere or merino sweater long past its prime on top), I've…
Oh my goodness, but can I make some soup!
Yesterday, I boiled a few potatoes and onion in some beef bouillon and (the end of the tube) Vegemite, then pureed it all in my fab Vitamix, then threw in some pork tenderloin I'd just cooked. Pureed that in, too. Added some sour cream and voilà!
I'm eating…
You may not give it much thought, but there is so much involved in getting those perfectly-shaped, blemish-free, robust-looking veggies to the store.
I know because they rarely emerge from the garden.
As one who is mostly supplied labor to my mother's passion for gardening and growing vegetables and fruits, I marvel, for example, at…
