The definition of good manners at the dinner table is not rocket science and one doesn’t need to reference Emily Post in dogged pursuit of the concept. Basically it goes like this: Chew with your mouth closed; No talking while you’re chewing; Elbows off the table; and clean your plate. With my grandchildren I realize…
A mere three weeks before I wrote this post, I’d never heard of a button bowl. Now I’m in button heaven! Of course heaven would be a lot less costly if I had my own stash of buttons and didn’t have to buy them. But I’ve never ever saved a button. I can’t even find…
When I was 50, I said goodbye to all dairy, eggs, bread, pasta, and white/wheat flour products and converted my vegetarian status to vegan. I’d been flirting with the idea for years ’cause it fit my way of thinking. I’d already proven that I didn’t need to consume flesh to be healthy. So, it seemed…
For the first year as a private duty caregiver – in an Orthodox Jewish home – my sense of nutritional control completely disappeared. I was a vegan when I started – no dairy, eggs, or anything made with dairy or eggs, which included nearly everything my new client offered me. I ate whatever she offered…
I hate being afraid. Off to the left of me, in his room sound asleep, my patient is snoring, oblivious to his caregiver – me – sitting just outside his room frantically checking the floor around her every couple of seconds for movement. Not just any movement – I can handle the centipedes that zoom…
Clear glue plus Tide laundry detergent plus glitter equals slime? Yep! News to me, and definitely not a project that I would have thought to do with my granddaughters so they (Angel and Miss Kaiere) get all the credit for teaching their little cousin Lyric and me how to make slime. It’s really easy to…
You know, I love that I decided 24 years ago to cut meat out of my diet. I’ve never once regretted that decision, nor has a drop of meat touched my tongue. Ugh! Except once while out with a friend, he ordered the chicken quesadilla and I ordered the veggie quesadilla, and the waiter brought…
There’s nothing a woman likes more than having her breast sandwiched between two cold, steel plates and smashed til an explosion seems probable; or lying back spread-eagled while the gynecologist, his medical assistant AND the student doctor shadowing him stare into the most private part of you. And of course the doc makes it even…
There aren’t too many things that are more satisfying for me than the challenge of creating something from nothing: a story from a blank screen; a blanket from yarn and a hook; and more recently step-by-step drawing. I used to sketch when I was a teen, mostly images from the Britannica Encyclopedia, and it was…
The last thing I’d want for my granddaughter would be for her 55-year-old Nana to embarrass her in front of her friends at her fifth-grade graduation. Fortunately for her, she’d already taken her seat on-stage when, in the darkened auditorium, with my eyes on our seats, my right foot rolled off of the step (where…
Change Grow SHINE! 