I’m now two days behind the pack. When I returned home yesterday after church, Mom, and errands, I settled in on the porch with wine, crackers, and the world’s best seafood and shrimp dip from a local market. I don’t recall what I was reading, but it had to have been something because after all, this is me. A client called about his newest project, and we chatted. All seemed fine and peaceful.Continue reading
Today’s 1,000 words was originally meant to be a blog post about the latest family drama surrounding my father’s upcoming memorial service. By the time I reached the end, though, I no longer felt the need to share it. Writing it out—venting on the screen—proved to be sufficient, and I do not need to dwell on it any longer.
The late great Laurie Colwin wrote in her final novel about the difference between family by chance—the one you’re born into—and family by choice. Some people are close to their families by chance. When there has been a loss or other major event, they find comfort in drawing together. I, however, have found the most comfort in communications with my friends a/k/a my chosen family. I have received beautiful email condolences, thoughtful messages and posts, and several phone calls. I’ve been offered dinner by a couple people, wine by several, and prayer support by many. More than a few have invited me to contact them 24/7 if I should need to talk or vent. Notwithstanding the family drama, I feel supported and cared for as I approach what I expect will be one of the hardest days of my life.
Thank you, my dear friends, my family by choice.
When I was young, I treated recipes with undue reverence. I assumed that the unknown creators possessed knowledge and wisdom that I did not, to the point where, at age eleven, I consulted the back of the SpaghettiOs can to see how long I should cook them and at what temperature. (The instruction to “cook until heated through”—no time, no temperature—left me flummoxed.)Continue reading
Everybody has their own version of comfort food. Sometimes it’s something you make because it’s what your mother made. Other times, you buy it from a favorite store or restaurant. Occasionally, the best comfort food comes about sheerly by accident, something you make up from random ingredients that are hanging around in your refrigerator and freezer.
Potsticker Soup is one of those recipes. Continue reading
Over the past several days, I had occasion to be involved in a conversation about favorites.
The person who asked the initial question, a relative newcomer to the group, began a thread asking people to identify their favorite stories in the subject fandom. Her intention was to spark discussion. In this she succeeded brilliantly. Continue reading