In the Kitchen, at the Table
Sabbatical–Sort of
Dear Ones, I am a wreck. Yes, the blow of the election first…but now absorbing How It’s Going to Be is really taking its toll… I ask my Trumpian friends please to pardon this point of view if it offends.…
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Transitions
I write this early Tuesday afternoon—November 5th, THE BIG DAY, the day we’ve been anticipating for months and months. Obviously the future of our country hangs in the balance. Around 4:00 o’clock this afternoon, the first voting places in the…
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Helping Preserve America the Incomparable
Bill isn’t sleeping, I’m barely sleeping…so worried. No election in history ever with so much at stake… Haven’t done the volunteering I planned I’d do. Won’t bore you with the reasons (but yes, age and time are factors). Trying to…
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Mother Nature’s Magical Palette
If someone told you there are magic foods from Mother Nature that are not only among the most delectable she makes but help to improve brain health and memory, lower blood pressure, and reduce the risk of stroke and heart…
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Son of “In Praise of Green Tea”
This morning there was a piece in The New York Times*: ”Is green tea really ‘nature’s Ozempic’?” (The latter—should you not watch television—is the new magic potion for losing weight.) The answer to the question was “unclear.” But apparently green…
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Maybe Once In A Lifetime…
Maybe once in a lifetime you’ll have a friend who, when you’re out of other options, will pick you up at 5:30 a.m. and drive you to the hospital for a 6:00 a.m. surgical appointment… then will hang around with…
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Ah, Maggie, You Have Taken Your Leave Too Soon!
Ah, Maggie, like your brilliant colleague before you, Glenda Jackson, you have taken your leave too soon! Eighty-nine is too young (take it from one who knows firsthand…). I can’t bear the thought your work is finished. Reading Dame Maggie…
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The Windhover
A few hours ago on our morning walk with Uschi (our six-year-old eighty-eight pound German Shepherd), sun shone gold, ocean dazzled dark blue. Bill and I chatted…sparingly. Our hearts are heavy. A cherished friend is at the last stage of…
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Russ Parson’s Fennel Polpette–Not Another Meatball!
Last Friday, we invited a dear friend who will soon be leaving Santa Cruz to come to dinner. I asked what special dish I could make for him and he said, “Spaghetti.” My mind whizzed to “Straw and Hay” (about…
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