Category: gratitude

  • Be Your Own Badass

    Be Your Own Badass

    I fear I am a one-note writer. So many of my essays are expressions of gratitude — although sometimes I bury it deeply enough that readers simply think the piece was about eating pie (blueberry up my nose) or getting new shoes (don’t touch: MINE) or loving my kids (Have you met them? They will gaze silently, […]

  • In the Bag

    In the Bag

    I had quite a tussle in the kitchen the other day, and Mario Batali wasn’t even trying to abscond with the dark chocolate.  (Good thing, too, for I am not above take-down by pony tail). Rather, I was attempting to demonstrate my General Maturity by making dinner. Planning began at 10 a.m., moved through a stop at the grocery […]

  • W.W.O.D.?

      If there is a circle of life, that circle just might be the “O” at the start of “Oprah.” It all starts and ends with Her Royal TalkNess, dunn’t it? If we need a book to read, she tells us what to buy, and invariably we’ll find ourselves gratified to have paged through yet […]