Author Archive: Nancy
Reality Insists.
A low stone wall frames the patio. In Spring, We fill a dozen pots with flowers To set upon the wall. Inpatiens, Dahlias, Begonias surrounding the summer. Once filled, The heavy clay pots refuse to turn – Refuse to give the northern petals face time with the sun. This year, We bought three light pots. …
Itsy-Bitsy
It was appropriate that as we approached the beach the radio was playing,“She Wore An Itsy-Bitsy, Teenie-Weenie, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.” Not that what I was wearing was itsy-bitsy or teenie-weenie or even yellow polka dot. But it was a bikini. And I was afraid to come out of the locker. I had promised my …
What Makes It Special
A couple of weeks ago my husband dragged treated me to the big Manchester, Connecticut car show. Each year at the peak of summer, this Connecticut town closes down a mile of Main Street and 900 antique cars line up for the benefit of the owners’ egos admiring spectators. It’s not like I don’t appreciate …
Blueberry Picking Rules
I went blueberry picking today. Late-season, late-in-the-afternoon is just the way I love it. The air is still, the rows of bushes straight and beckoning. Blueberry-picking is a serene activity. I wish that everyone could experience blueberry-picking. By ‘everyone’ – I don’t mean, like, ‘everyone’ everyone. I’d like to suggest a few exclusions: – If …
Shouldn’t I Have This? ………… Shouldn’t I Have All Of This?
I want to live in a little house with a big porch on the seashore. I want to live in an apartment in New York City with a geranium on the fire escape. I want crisp white sheets and gingham curtains. I want gilded mirrors and french porcelain. I want rack of lamb with frilly …
The Dishwashing Experience
The phenomenon of “Dishpan Diarrhea” really seemed to strike a chord with many readers. (which I’ll admit is a strange metaphor, but who’s to say that diarrhea is not melodic?) But I digress. Since so many of you could relate to dish-washing avoidance, I figured I could milk the idea expound on the subject for one …
“Mad Men”- or – “I’m Mad At Men”
I am not always the hippest person when it comes to pop culture – which you probably can tell because I used the word ‘hippest.’ At least I didn’t use ‘hep.’ Although I follow Fashion as my religion (at least for a woman my age; I would certainly never claim to be as smart as …
Marital Fibulations
We all want honesty in our marriages. But maybe not too much. Not… TOTAL I’d rather hear “No, those jeans do not make your butt look fat.” And now that I have been married a long time, I have recognized a whole bunch of fibs that married people tell each other. I would have to …
The Patron Saint of Nonbelievers
I used to describe myself, as “Spiritual, but not religious.” That sounded so nice, but it really had no meaning. I wasn’t a worshipper of spirits or a believer in any other-worldly things. I guess that, loosely translated, it meant that I was a moral person, because I knew that I was happier good than …
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