When I was growing up, napkins were made of paper. Sometimes they were just paper towels folded in half, or even a tissue box in the middle of the table. In my mind, cloth napkins were for beautiful French countryside kitchens, for people with tons of money and marble countertops and mortar and pestles. Then…
hope and promise
I’ve heard that astrologically, this past February will prove an easily forgotten month. February is like that anyway: tucked in, deceptively short, unpredictable in its weather. When I lived in Santa Fe, February was the month the sun would get warm again, and we’d sit outside for an hour or two in the mid-morning, stripping…
eclairs
Tomorrow is Rosie’s birthday, but because tomorrow is a school day and then I have an extra long selectboard meeting (I know, I know–my term is almost over), we decided that we’d officially change the day to last Friday and she could be the boss of the day. She wanted to go skiing. And then…
what vacation looks like
If you could hear this picture, it would sound like Taylor Swift- LOUD. I cannot get Rosie out of her nightgown, and work is slow-going. Joey’s home too, which means I drink beer at 3 and spend too much time making dinner. Then the girls are bored, so I offer to take them to the…
rose and pistachio biscotti
If Valentine’s Day is about romance, then the day before Valentine’s Day is about panic, paper, and glue.
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