Where Pen Meets Paper

Do The Math

2010-08-03T13:08:00.000-07:00

I failed Algebra. In fact, I failed so badly my teacher, Mr. Rand, advised my mother never to let me take math again. He said he’d give me a barely passing grade because there was no point in taking it over. Just keep me out of math classes. The following year I got straight A’s all the way through in Geometry. Don’t tell me revenge isn’t sweet. Nevertheless, math is not a subject I care about

The Seductive Chef Does Dessert

2010-07-04T13:06:00.000-07:00

Well. Now that my extraordinary gifted youngest daughter has built me a great new web site, I suppose that means I need to keep up with my blogging. I am so proud of her, and I am so glad I let her live. To which she smartly retorts, I ought to be glad she didn’t run away. We may both have a point. So far it’s been a steamy summer…hotter than the hinges on gates of Hell, and when it rains (

2010-03-21T20:27:00.000-07:00

By this time of the year everyone has had it with the weather. Every little bud on a tree or bush, every little spring flower peeping through is cause for celebration. And what better way to celebrate than with a beautiful tea party? Did you know that the late afternoon tea party was invented by a very annoyed and very hungry English Duchess in 1840? Well, you will now. Anna, Duchess of Bedford

January Blog....And Letter to Friends

2010-01-10T16:29:00.000-08:00

Well, the party is over. And it’s reality time again. Darn it! I don’t know about you…but I had a fabulous Christmas. Lolling about on a glamorous cruise ship in the big middle of the Caribbean Sea, meeting amazing people, reading a 1012 page book (Ken Follett’s World Without End) with nothing else to do but eat, sleep, read, eat, and sit in the sun. Oh, yeah, and eat. It’s so relaxing they

Warmest Wishes

2009-12-23T12:16:00.000-08:00

Warm. One of the frequently used, most pleasing words in the dictionary. What’s better than a nice warm hug, a cozy warm bed, a toasty warm fireplace, and I could go on and on but maybe I ought to just get to the point. It’s freezing outside but here in my little house it’s lovely and cozy. And warm. What could be better? Well, I’ll tell ya….I’m not decorating for Christmas this year. That’s

Ain’t It Awful?

2009-10-21T15:35:00.000-07:00

Last week I had lunch with some old girlfriends. I mean really old girlfriends…we’ve known each other since our kids were toddlers. Now the little buggers are all in their forties and fifties. It didn’t take very long for the “Ain’t It Awful” dirge to begin. Actually even before the meal hit the table. “Oh, Lordy, it’s not like it used to be.” It referring to anything and everything about our

The First Annual Big Question Contest Wanna be Rich OR an Artist? Pick One.

2009-06-15T15:26:00.000-07:00

Great Prizes! Publication! Attention! Adulation! Every Sunday Morning (OK, almost every Sunday morning) I have a lovely chat with my "boyfriend.” He lives in New York and I live in Dallas, But that’s fine…we enjoy our Sunday morning conversations. We’ve known each other since the fourth grade. He was sort of really my boyfriend in high school, we dated a few times until, he claims, my father

The Girls Group

2009-05-15T13:06:00.000-07:00

We call ourselves The Girls Group. Don’t ask me why…it just sort of happened. Our little group began one holiday season when Helen decided that she needed to have a party while her house was already decorated for the Christmas tour. We were all members of the Historic Preservation League, so we were invited. We had a great time. And decided we should do it again in a month. Or something like that

My Clock Runneth Over

2009-02-24T07:18:00.000-08:00