The Hunger

When life gets to a point where I’m kept from doing the things I love, something has to change.  Such is why I haven’t written in so long – other things got in the way.  All of my own choosing, of course.  But oh how I wish I had a little machine into which I…

The Wood Talks – If You’re Listening

My friend and I followed the signs down the driveway to what must have been a former coach house.  As directed by the sign on the door, we carefully opened it so as not to let the cat out.  We went up the stairs gingerly and were greeted at the top by a beautiful whitewashed…

Butterfly Tomatoes

After exchanging pleasantries with the farmer from whom I buy my produce at the Saturday Farmer’s Market I said, “Show me something I’ve never heard of before.”  He hesitated for a moment.  I went on.  “Every time I come here, you have something I’ve never seen.  Last time I was here, I got kohlrabi from…

How many dates does it take to meet your husband?

“Have you read this book yet?” I asked the clerk behind the counter at the used book store.  I held up “Around the World in 80 Dates.”  “No,” she said, “but it looks interesting.”  I thought so, and for three bucks it was mine.  It combined two interests of mine: travel and meeting men.  I’m…

The Two Thousand Dollar Question

On explaining to a friend that one of my girlfriends just spent two thousand dollars to hire a matchmaker, he said, “If she’s wants to invest two thousand dollars in order to find a guy to marry, that’s not how she should spend it.”  He continued, explaining what he thought she should use that money…

Serendipity and Collages

I got an e-mail that the local library was doing a class on collages.  Yes, collages.  Remember those?  Tearing images out of magazines, arranging them somehow, gluing it all together?  Well, adults do it too…and sell them for quite a bit of money.  (Well, our teacher does at least!)  Realizing I hadn’t been on an…

Timing

“I was thinking that I’d take this year to plan, and then take off next July,” I explained to a friend over the phone as I sat in my room in Rhode Island, waves crashing just outside my window.  Traveling makes me not exactly long for home, but long for more travel.  “First, I’ll go…

Myths of the Sisterhood (Part 2)

I described the house where I was saying to my sister Liz.  “It’s right on the ocean – on a bluff.  There’s stairs down to the beach.  Actually, it used to be an old inn and the brochure aid ‘seven steps to the sea.’” I had been to this house many times in the last…

Myths of the Sisterhood (Part 1)

It was two years ago that I did my first stint as sous-chef at Villa Marguerita – the vacation home on the Rhode Island coast belonging to the Sisters of the Congregation of Notre Dame.  They work hard in their various ministries – at schools, hospitals, and other non-profits – and then come here for…