Yesterday we had leftovers. Mom and I puttered around the kitchen, tucking items into the oven and shoving others in the microwave before ar...
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Jumble
"What did he say?" Mom asked, looking up from her Kindle after I pressed a button to end the call on my Blackberry. "Hmmm?...
Up-Dad(and Mom)-te
As bad as situations can be, people are startlingly, beautifully kind. "I feel under control," Mom offered when we were alone in t...
Deal?
"I'm going to make a deal with God," Mom said, face wet with tears as she leaned on Dad's stoic shoulder as they sat toget...
Terminating @ London
After a very nice sleep and breakfast of poached eggs on toast, I set off through the rainy morning to the train station so that I could tra...
Mostly Like Home
There is little exotic in my ancestry. My maternal grandmother was adopted so there may be some trace of Italian or French or Spanish desce...
Sans Sheriff
This is how the world appeared to me this morning as I moved through the city before dawn, coat flapping about me like a cape. Unlike some g...
Progression of Pretty, Part Final
Perhaps if you study hard and discover truths and achieve greatness, someone will build a statue of you looking thoughtful. Then a bird will...
Progression of Pretty, Part 3
"People in Europe like dogs therefore I like people in Europe," I told a colleague in France, but the trend continues to Italy as ...
Progression of Pretty, Part 2
My guidebooks all advised "getting lost in Venice" both literally and figuratively. I finally decided that most people must typic...
Progression of Pretty, Part 1
"I would not want such a pretty guest to get lost," the man at reception said when I returned from my walk this morning and asked ...