“Close the window,” said Mike. “That racket woke me!” He rolled over, a pillow over his head muffling the “racket.” An Eye Opener Racket? I thought. I only heard a cheery robin celebrating spring. In the predawn hours no neighbors mowed, no trucks collected trash, and no sirens signaled tragedy. I concluded Mike had dreamt… Continue reading See What I Mean?
The melodious birdsong, shy wildflowers, and warming weather lured me away from my flowerbed raking and hydrangea pruning. The robin’s chirruping tempted me to abandon the rake. The Dutchman’s breeches raised questions as to what other wildflowers might be peeking out from under forest litter. The gentle sun nudged me. Tossing my shears, I proceeded… Continue reading Walk This Way
It’s my son’s fault that each day I wasted an hour solving NYT puzzles. A subscription to the digital publication while recuperating from foot surgery triggered my addiction. Restricted to the couch for weeks, I dove into the complete “Friends” series. I craved a faux Joey meatball sandwich from Subway, learned the lyrics to “Smelly… Continue reading Puzzling It Out
Valentine’s Day came and went, but the memory of the celebratory lemon meringue pie lingered. There’d be no humble pie served. My recent baking labor of love, “The Ultimate Lemon Meringue Pie” (page 727 of Cook’s Illustrated Cookbook) earned two thumbs up from my cutie pie and SO (Significant Other), Mike. FYI, It didn't serve eight. It… Continue reading No Matter How You Slice The Lemon Meringue Pie
“You hear that sound?” I asked. “What sound?” questioned Mike. An arrhythmic tapping, like a malfunctioning heart, emanated from a nearby wall. “It’s nothing- my crib.” The deck whispered as Mike shuffled, then dealt each of us a six-card cribbage hand. Not The Sound Of Silence Sporadic knocking refuted the “It’s nothing” conclusion. “There’s something… Continue reading Knock, Knock! Who’s There?
A Few Choice Words By Anita 