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Both the Mister and I like socks. We each have a broad assortment; mine considerably larger than his but still. We’re in agreement that socks are not just for chilly weather any more. They can make a statement or just be fun. For the most part, we’re of one happy mind about the whole sock […]
It was a lovely Thanksgiving Day in the Low Country. Blue skies, fresh breezes, light traffic. We gathered at our children’s house and always look forward to seeing our daughter-in-law’s parents. We’ve been friends from the get-go. We’re lucky that way. The porch on the May River was wonderfully sittable. Cocktails were served, conversation flowed. […]
It’s that time of year when we go all Norman Rockwell. We get out the good china, the colorful tablecloths, the pretty glasses. Gourds and autumn leaves decorate our houses. Families do their best to get together and we deeply miss the ones who can’t be with us. And then there’s the food. Always too […]
I guess we’re lucky to still have one. Some days it’s so thin, the Mister says he could shave with it. I understand I’m in the minority but I still want my physical paper in my hot little hands every morning and I’m not happy if it’s not there by 6 am. I need the […]
That one, simple, scary word sends shivers up my spine. And it has nothing to do with ghosties and goblins. Halloween’s all about the nifty costumes and the requisite creativity to make them. I find that utterly terrifying. As parents, we’d send our boys out into the dark of night, “dressed” in the Mister’s old […]
When it comes to enjoying artistic endeavors, I prefer to by-pass those things. I like my artists up close and personal. Unscripted. Uncostumed. Unlit. I got lucky many years ago when I worked at the New England Conservatory of Music. Most of the professors at the school were also members of the Boston Symphony Orchestra. […]
It was a late summer day so I put my little beach chair in the car and headed to the ocean. October sun, gentle breezes, tourists gone. I found myself closing my eyes to just enjoy it all. Now, you might think that conversations at the beach would be private and contained. But, when there’s […]
“Dear Abby’s” advice column or the New York Times crossword puzzle? The puzzle definitely comes first. At least for me. “Dear Abby” just happens to be on the same page as the puzzle so, yes, I do read her column. Especially when I’m stuck on a clue. One day not long ago, Abby was responding […]
Mostly, they’re just gentle mutterings as one reads his iPad, the other works a crossword puzzle. It’s music of a sort. Humming noises in the background. A soft blur. It’s all easy and expected. Until last Saturday morning when one uttered the following: “I was visited by smells last night.” Then the world stops. There’s […]
This little blog is rapidly turning into Life on the Lagoon. There’s a lot going on out there and we appreciate every bit of it from the comfort of our porch. And so, as we looked out on that little porch just yesterday, we were shocked to discover that someone had spilled white paint all […]
Or, in this case, what you whistle for. Our family has a “family whistle.” It came, like a dowry, from The Mister’s family. We used it to round up our children, and they, subsequently, to round up theirs. Our great-grandchildren are too young to whistle but they know what it means. It means, simply, to […]
Yeah, yeah, we all know she does and has done so for years, even though we still have trouble articulating it. It’s old news. But now, if she’s a savvy seashell seller, she will go shopping for a She Shed. Said “She Shed” will surely give both seller and seashells shelter from sudden showers and […]
Make believe you’re the director of a non-profit organization. You’re always on the prowl for money. It’s what you do. It’s what you have to do if you and your organization are going to survive. That money’s not gonna raise itself. Or will it? That depends on the organization, of course. What if it’s a […]
Just when you think you’ve found common ground with new friends, it all falls apart. We do, sadly, live in a divisive country. We can talk around the elephant in the room, pretend it doesn’t exist, act like it doesn’t matter and then someone, innocently, serves up a tomato sandwich and all hell breaks loose. […]
Not because I’d committed a crime. That’s not something I’d do. Or ever wish I had. I do, however, wish I had been arrested and sent to jail because I felt strongly enough about something to get in the way. To protest. To sit-in. To stand-up. To understand the power of one. To be fiercely […]