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  Third birthday party As I approach my 65 th birthday , the concept of age hits a little different this year because of all those pesky Medicare solicitations that hit my mailbox daily. But, as one who always loves a birthday, I wasn’t really thinking of 65 as old until I heard a news story on the radio that described someone as “an elderly woman in her early ‘60s.” Hmm . . .   definitely don’t think I’m ready for that descriptor. When I was a child, my definition of old was my parents and their friends. Anyone who had kids, went to work, drove a station wagon or kept a weekly beauty parlor appointment was old. I always assumed that when you "got old," you always wore pantyhose, never slept late and got your hair done once a week. I grew up with a frame of reference about age that revolved primarily around grade levels and ages of siblings. I went to the same relatively small school from seventh until twelfth grade. The caste system was strict among age groups and grad...

Getting a puppy a couple of months ago while also juggling our usual daily/weekly deadlines and personal/family/friend commitments has forced me into a place of patience and observation I wasn't expecting to find. Our Bertie is so much fun and oh so funny ( read her gotcha story here ).  But she's also a puppy who needs routine, lots of attention, lots of naps, lots of patience and lots of repetition. All of this has forced me into slowing down a bit. Taking walks at her pace. Throwing balls in the back yard (the one thing she can laser focus on). Adjusting our driveway parking patterns to accommodate her instinct to bolt. Working my days in different kinds of blocks to accommodate Bertie's routine. It won't be long before she won't need this level of attention and will be far more self-sufficient to stay alone longer, walk calmly off the leash, and stop chasing every squirrel that crosses her path. In the meantime, I've resolved to enjoy my slow time with her a...

If you’ve ever considered trying to sail around the world with only your spouse, this book may make you reconsider. I discovered this book as a frequent listener to the NY Times and NPR book review podcasts . I heard the author interviewed twice within a couple of days and was intrigued (a good British accent will always draw me in). The premise of the book revolves around an oddly matched young English couple, Maurice and Maralyn Bailey, They have a dream in 1972 to sail from England to New Zealand with no directional or radio transmission devices, save a basic compass and sextant. While the story line follows the couple’s process to plan the trip, build the boat, set sail, get smashed by a whale and drift in the Pacific Ocean for 117 days, what I found most interesting was how the author integrated the couple’s marriage story into the sailing adventure story. Since both Maralyn and Maurice have died, the author relied on interviews with people who had known them, transcripts,...

Those ears! We got re-dogged! Meet Bertie! She’s our new 25-pound, 4ish-month-old some-mix-of-hunting-breed pup from Mississippi.  She has our hearts. Missing Flossie When our beloved Flossie crossed the rainbow bridge in March 2024 , I couldn’t imagine having another dog. The absence of her presence hung heavy over our house. We kept Flossie’s dog bed, her den blanket, her leash and her bowls in their places. It made her feel closer. Eventually, as grief will do, the daily pain softened a bit as I kept seeing little reminders why having a dog in the house just makes things better. Recently, I came up on the line from the lovely essay by playwright Eugene O’Neill in memory of his beloved dog, Blemie, written in the form of the dog’s last will and testament. “ One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, 'When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one.' Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have ...

 Delicious! If a book could be a gourmet experience, The Paris Novel would be a sumptuous six course meal full of enticing tastes, aromas and textures. The author, Ruth Reichl, comes by the food writing naturally as the former Gourmet magazine editor and New York Times food writer. She’s also written five memoirs, a novel and a cookbook. Food is central to the engaging story that follows Stella, the main character, from her life as a young girl in New York City to her your adult Paris adventure that changes the trajectory of her life. Ruth overlays her culinary expertise with yummy storytelling to serve up this novel that leaves the reader tasting, smelling and touching every delicious bite. We meet Stella as the young daughter of a wacky, irresponsible single mother living in New York City. Stella grows up a shy, awkward kid exposed to all manner of situations that children have no business experiencing. As an adult, Stella becomes a meticulous and respected editor, livi...

For anyone who hates social media – and Facebook in particular – you’ll get a real satisfaction from reading this book and all the awfulness surrounding the people and international corporate shenanigans that went on in the company’s early years. Sarah Wynn-Williams is a former Facebook employee who wrote this tell-all after she was fired from the company in 2016 after 16 years. Sarah was a key member of the international policy team that worked with other countries where Facebook operated or wanted to operate. She had a front-row seat (literally on private jets and inner circle conference rooms) to Mark Zuckerburg and his elite leadership circle. Sarah’s idealism about Facebook’s potential to create good change by connecting people and interests with others prompted her laser focused attempts to get hired in 2010. A former UN diplomat who hails from   New Zealand, Sarah believed her diplomatic skills could be applied for good at Facebook. The book chronicles her path from id...

 Our June Iceland adventure didn’t disappoint. ... and yes, I definitely look like a tourist coming off an overnight flight ... It delighted. It surprised. It rained. It exploded (geysers did anyway). It charmed. It never saw a sunset. It far exceeded expectations. We explored Iceland with four friends - Neil and Deb McLean and Jim and Frankie McLean -   on a Viking Cruise that left out of Reykjavik and circumnavigated the small island nation of 400,000 inhabitants. We made stops in six diverse ports where we saw gushing geysers, still volcanoes, exquisite natural beauty, magnificent waterfalls, engaging local guides, changing weather and delightful stories. This post includes a few rambling thoughts and fun facts from what I learned and enjoyed between the lines of the history, geography, food, scenery, weather, culture and geological wonders. 1. It’s true what they say… if you don’t like the weather wait 10 minutes. Most days were low 50s with mist/light rain. We did hav...