I have other gloves. I can buy more. I have no other sisters. So I should say I lost my sister. Winter came; she left. I had no clue how the term passing is so accurate to describe death. She was here; they called for her; she passed over. She didn’t want to go, but … More I lost a glove and I lost a sister
has arrived. We will wait for the sun, for what else can we do?
I wanted to make tapenade especially for my son who was joining us for Shabbat last week, along with his family and my father. But I realized I didn’t have one ingredient. “Do you have any thyme?”, I had asked my sister. She did a double-take, as I did, when I realized what it sounded like. … More we can do without the thyme
wearing high heels. Harvard Art Museum wouldn’t let me take photos of the art, so I’m attaching the photo from their website below. Yes, I can see what he means, but he also couldn’t see the trees for the forest. He was searching for meaning. I can’t blame him for that, nor deny him the honor. … More my father thinks it looks like a woman trying on a dress
Or maybe he did, but he didn’t say what Brené Brown on Facebook thinks he did. She was talking about this very cute YouTube: (Isn’t it just a little more than sad that so many people stood around taping it, rather than join in? Sigh…) Ironically, then, Brené Brown quotes dear Twain as having said this– Dance like … More Mark Twain never said nothing ’bout dancing
Keeping quiet counsel. Keeping people’s business private. I do think I’ve written about this before, but I can’t find it now, so bear with me if this sounds familiar. It definitely feels Groundhoggy to me. There is a limit of what we can share with people, to the point that my kids think that I … More silence is golden, but don’t take it with any gold salts