Category Archives: Do I Dare to Eat A Peach

And in my 35th year, I give up dieting

My mom told me a story the other day about my grandmother (her mother). It came up in the context of Evangeline, as my mother remarked at how astounded her friends were with Evangeline’s eating habits.  From the day she was … Continue reading

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Domestic Goddessness Interrupted!Recipe Included!

S. arrived home early, stinking of woodsmoke, cigars and sweat accumulated from three days in the woods with dudes (he went to our cabin with my brother and some friends before officially moving home). I was this close to completing … Continue reading

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Settling In

I am sitting in my neighborhood coffee shop, taking ludicrous advantage of free wireless internet since I don’t yet have it in my home. Outside snow is falling – has been falling, in fact, for two straight days. Next to … Continue reading

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Oh. Ahem. I’m fine, by the way. Just fine.

Several weeks ago, I wrote about the possibility I may not be able to have children. I received an incredible outpouring of support from you all, and then I abandoned the subject while I waited for doctors appointments, tests and … Continue reading

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I’ve spent far too much time already, trying to create a title for this post

so I’ll just get to ‘er. One afternoon in August this past summer, I spent two blissful hours lazily paddling myself between the buoys at Clear Lake State Park, soaking up some properly SPF-protected sunlight and enjoying the day. On … Continue reading

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Formations

Cross posted on my other blog It’s funny, how over time, if we are lucky, we begin to fill in the nebulously drawn outlines of our character. How we can’t even the tell the person we are becoming without looking … Continue reading

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Farmers Market Largess

I had a vision of the way my summer would unfold.  When S. and I sat down late in the spring and compared my Franklin planner against his palm pilot we both delighted in what seemed to be very open … Continue reading

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Grouchy. And the food meme.

I didn’t hear my alarm go off this morning and woke up forty-five minutes late, bleary eyed and feeling hungover-ish (no, I am not hungover, for reals). Despite copious amounts of coffee I spent all morning feeling, well, a step behind everybody else. Perhaps I adjusted … Continue reading

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Notes on reading from your friendly neighborhood cancer writer

So, you know how I promised (and then took back) a review of Kem Nunn’s Tijuana Straits? Well, I have yet to finish it, which is quite in line with the way my reading has been going, as of late. … Continue reading

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All this talk about cancer

Here at the cancer hospital we are absolutely agog over all the cancer happenings of late: Elizabeth Edwards and the return of her breast cancer, Tony Snow’s metastatic cancer, “Newsweek” dedicating an entire issue to the disease.  When you work … Continue reading

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