I am the type of person who spends a good chunk of her time anywhere but in the present. I brood about the past and angst over my future. Is angst a verb? It is when it pertains to me, anyway. I rely on my volunteering and my arts patronage to transport me into... Continue Reading →
Stop and Look at the Roses
The weather is dreary and gloomy, and I'm turning 40 in exactly eight months. Time to stop and look at the roses to cheer myself up. I volunteer at the Kelleher Rose Garden a few times each summer. Because it's surrounded by tall hedges, it reminds me of one of my favorite children's novels, The... Continue Reading →
A New Acronym
I am now an ABR, thanks to this little peanut: ABR stands for "Auntie by Relation," according to the author of this book: Time to crack open this book and work on my savviness. Do any... Continue Reading →
Save the Printed Book
The other day, I read an article about the Boston Public Library's decision to purge 180,000 books, and it made me want to PURGE MY INSIDES. Seriously, it almost brought me tears. It's bad enough that bookstores are an endangered species. If libraries start to "purge" old books to make room for more computers, I'm... Continue Reading →
Block Island
“I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.” —Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I spent three nights on Block Island last week. I wish I had been able to stay at least three more.... Continue Reading →
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