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My Magical Mistakes

My Magical Mistakes

I drizzle olive oil across mashed potatoes and set the pan in the oven to broil. I make a promise not to burn this like the eggplant. I might have sacked the sad looking slices but one taste proved that the high heat had bust open the flavor of the spices I had dusted...
Evening Sound

Evening Sound

A hush falls over the house after the day’s nonstop activity. Candle lit, popcorn buttered. Wine poured. Newspapers spread. We read. Your legs, thrown up on the table’s edge (as I prefer mine) with bandaged foot. We still run barefoot though we’ve now...
Heading Home

Heading Home

Today is the first day of my vacation and although I still have a newsletter article to write, a strategic plan to update and a grant to review before I can sign off :/, I had to take some time to honor Dad’s one year memorial. I read through the dates scribbled...

Making a Home in NYC

I didn’t actually own a home until I was 48 years old. I was in my second marriage–a second chance. Dad was helping my husband Todd and I move and he asked me to count how many times I had changed residence since I left home for NYC in 1978 with all of my...

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