Visiting this marvelously whimsical folly (is that redundant?)–the Pagode de Chanteloupe– was a highlight of a recent, sometimes rainy, romp through the Loire Valley of France. Feast your weary eyes. Your not-weary eyes, too, of course.
Humor, Insight & Inspiration
In some accounts there is the suggestion that because Paula Deen is from the so-called Old South, there may have been a time where it was acceptable to say n*****. Well I’m from the Old South, too, many generations of it, and it was never okay to say that word in our house. Never.
Do you watch CBS Sunday Morning? It is the best thing on television, beating out even Downton Abbey in my book, though that’s not exactly an even comparison. Last Sunday morning I had it on while I was dressing–okay I wasn’t quite dressing I was just getting out of the […]
We’ve had an abundance of birds nesting around the house at Rancho La Zaca this year, and I love it. Birds’ nests fascinate me.
Ah the Joys of Moving continue, lately producing the kind of satisfaction that can only come from moving one pile of sand to another. That, and bonding with the Verizon man…
“There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” Those are pretty simple criteria. We can do that.
Do y’all remember the commercial of the harried Everywoman who longed for relief, preferably in a bath of warm, fluffy bubbles created by Calgon soap powder? “Calgon Take Me Away!” she’d say, and whoosh, there she was naked and luxuriant in the bath,
Early this morning tenants of a posh Fifth Avenue building complained of a loud snorting noise emitting from the 21st floor, fearful that possibly a large farm animal had got loose, or worse, been injured in what would be a bizarre circumstance even by New York standards. But no… It was just me laughing, I explained to the concierge when he rang up. Have you seen today’s Post?
Forgive me, readers, for I have moved.
It’s been seven days since my last post. Twelve years since my last move. You understand.
Have you ever. Can you pick me? I pretty much look the same. Same fat cheeks, little nose, and big mouth. Why is my hair sticking out on the sides like that? Did my mama do that on purpose? Was I going through a Hasidic phase? And who cut those […]
When it comes to the most important words in the language, right up there with Thank You, I Love You, Please, and Dinner is Served… is No.
You already know this, but we all (maybe especially us girls) need reinforcement now and then.
I saw this on TheEverygirl.com, a terrific blog I’ve recently discovered, and thought we could use it about now…
We never know what someone else is going through, or living with, or coming from. A smile can mean the world, just as a snide remark can be crushing. This is not to say be a doormat. It is just to say to be kind–to the waiter, to the shop clerk, to the girl on the phone in Mumbai, to the hotel maid.