Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
As a kid, I used to look up into an inky sky and watch fireworks explode over my neighborhood. This was the 70s. There were no town-funded displays, it was the family down the block whose Dad knew a guy who knew a guy. The backyards weren't yet fenced off and the street was one,... Continue Reading →
Living far away from family does funny things to what should otherwise be a straight forward equation. Especially when it comes to speed. And aging. Yes, I'm quite sure speed gets ramped up when you factor in long-distances and divide them by time spent with family. I see my mother and sister twice a year.... Continue Reading →
Some people are really good at gifts, a knack for finding that perfect something. Others love to bake...hundreds of melty snowmen cookies and cute little Santas made from tiny pieces of dried fruit which must be cut with nail scissors they're so small. I have a good friend (you know who you are) who makes... Continue Reading →
My feelings regarding the Christmas season are well-known throughout the land, not to mention well documented in these pages. But this year, I promised to turn over a new leaf. A gilded leaf. A leaf from the pear tree that the partridge is sitting in. A leaf which extended my dining table to seat 12. For... Continue Reading →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
Writer, Blogger, Book Addict
What you need to know about roofing
a performative documentary project based on letters to the editor of Ms., 1972-1980
Books, Food & Fun
Seeking to read the pages of Earth's Book.
scribbler. shutterbug. succulent cactus.
Being proud to be a vintage housewife
