Mom with grandchildren number nineteen and twenty Every once in a while, usually when some family is in from out of town, my grandfather hosts a pancake breakfast. He cooks them up on the ancient griddle, a pan of bacon going beside. When a batch is done, he yells “HOTcake!” though there is generally [...] my parents' garden Spearmint for iced herbal tea. Strawberries for my post-yoga smoothie. Asparagus for Absurdly Addictive Asparagus. Chives for scrambled eggs. Yumminess from my parents’ garden. produce from my parents' garden [...] peaches and applesauce from last year's canning season Motivation for a landless city-dweller to visit. The turkey sandwich made with arugula fresh from the garden. The bowl of produce from the garden. The jarred fruit from the pantry. Harvesting where you didn’t sow. I’m thinking the Little Red Hen would call that the very [...] Oh life. From sweet to bitter and all the flavors in between. In the course of writing out my thoughts – whether here or elsewhere – I sometimes discover myself confronting things I believe in but have not been living up to. My own words goad me on. Last week as I was contemplating doing [...] This week I officially returned to yoga practice. I’ve been working to get strong enough that attending a class would no longer trigger my old injuries. And I’ve been dreading, a little bit, the loss of ability that I knew I would be facing after several years away from regular practice. I told myself that [...] …or underwater at the aquarium anyway. A couple of my favorite images of the creatures at the Dallas World Aquarium, which I visited with my sister and her family a few weeks ago. I'm pretty sure this fish was giving me the stinkeye!
[...] I wasn’t going to write about this but I find I must. I’ve found myself in sudden tears a lot since the news of Osama bin Laden’s death broke. I am relieved at the job completed, proud of those who performed it, and sad at how much we’ve lost in the last decade. We all [...] But for me chocolate is for happier days. When trying to cover up the familiar bitter taste of fresh romantic disappointment I’d really rather a good loaf of homemade bread. This weekend’s boule was made from oat flour. I forgot to slash the top but luckily that doesn’t make it any less tasty with butter [...] The lensbaby makes softness so much fun that I actually start to think that focus might be optional. I’m not sure. My initial reaction to this image is that I love it. But my second reaction while looking at it is always that my eyes are getting tired. Without focus they have no place to, [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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