Five Years

"How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself." -Virginia Woolf (The Waves) Five years…

On Choosing Simple

How has she become one of those people who wears yoga pants all day? She used to make fun of those people. With their happiness maps and their gratitude journals and their bags made out of recycled tire treads. But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer…

Thai Delight

It's suddenly that time of year again, the season when life starts to vibrate with various possibilities. Everything seems to be in flux: the days suddenly stretch before you, inviting a certain leisure, and, at the market and in CSA boxes, you get a strange, but not unwelcome mixture of things like cabbage, asparagus and…

Always Five O’Clock Somewhere

 This isn't the post I thought I'd be writing this weekend. Really, in a way, this isn't a post that I thought I'd ever be writing unless I somehow managed--miraculously, amazingly, brilliantly--to concoct the cocktail of my dreams. But believe me when I say that I've found it. It's a Peanut Torito: peanut butter and…

The Pretty Side of Going Back to the Grind

I have no recipe for you today, nor do I have a quote. It's just me ("my naked words") and pictures of food. You see, I've long been thinking that, with the return of school, teaching yet another class (my sixth!), the study of Greek and my old friend, The Dissertation, my fall blog posting…

The 12 Shades of Christmas, Part I

It was a wild idea, romantic and implausible, and the odd thing is that it worked. -Louis de Bernieres (Corelli's Mandolin)A lot can happen in a week. I flew across the country (it's cold here; my skin doesn't like it at all). I also revised my prospectus (yay, finally! Now the real writing can begin)…