Yesterday morning we made some blueberry muffins. (A variation on this recepie here; we reduced the sugar, added the baking soda and the pinch of cardamom, mashed up some rasin bran flakes and stuck ’em in.) Per usual, the kids loved the cooking process nearly as much as the eating
There is no way to gently ease into a sentence like this so I will merely plunge in and say that early Wednesday morning last week, I heard the news that a dear, old friend had suddenly, unexpectedly, died. Â No warning; no cause of death found; simply the fact of
An ordinary ending to a day which began as many probably do, for many people, all over the world. Meaning, with the breathtakingly unexpected. As I watch my daughter dance after dinner to Swan Lake, (here, Suite 4: Scene (White Swan), I know (again) how profoundly fortunate I am for