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Whistling now - even if I couldn't at 2

My sister learned to whistle at age 2. She was precocious in other ways as well. She knew how to read by the time she started kindergarten. She demonstrated a physical dexterity I never did. She was much more talented at the piano. But it was the...

 

New York has me rethinking assumptions

I spent the weekend in New York City. I hadn’t been to New York in quite a while. I was performing at a theater conference and so was traveling alone, without my husband, Peter. New York intimidates me — as all big cities do. I am not a nervous...

 

I'll be performing in New York with a cowboy

I want to start out by making it clear I have nothing against cowboys. One of the new developments in my life is that I recently got a manager, Bob, to book performances of my writing. I’ve never had a manager before, so I didn’t know what to...

 

Slept well in the historic funeral home

My husband Peter asked what I thought about the link he’d sent me as we prepared to head home from the holidays. “The funeral home?” I asked. “Yeah, that one.” “I thought it was a joke.” “No, it’s right on our way.” “We’re...

 

Going to try a bit harder in coming year

I glanced up as the bells rang to herald new customers walking into the used clothing store. I was looking for a pair of warm dress pants. Visiting my parents in Minnesota, I had forgotten entirely about the possibility of extreme cold and the idea...

 

'Caleb' still managed to embody spirit of Christmas

I went with my parents to get a Christmas tree. All the trees were wearing hangtags shaped like bells and all the bells had hand-lettered names on them. At first, I assumed these trees were spoken for and the names indicated the person who had...

 

Christmas is a time of mixed emotions

It is the tender cusp of Christmas. It is that time when emotions run close to the overfill point, when sentimentality and anger and depression and euphoria mix freely together, with not enough space between them to tell the difference from one...

 

Learning a lot about cruise ships - and cookies

Our captain wasn’t worried. “People have been asking about the squeaking of the ship,” he reported, somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, “but I must tell you, this is nothing to worry about.” He then proceeded to explain how a ship need...

 

Nice to know I'm headed in the right direction

My husband Peter and I are returning from Spain by boat. The whole idea started when Peter read a book about the sinking of the Lusitania. “That sounds like fun,” Peter told me, as he read. “Death at sea?” I asked. “No, the part before...

 

Sharing ideas can make them seem more real

I lost a feather the other day and I understand this does not qualify as news. But I want to say — for the record — that this was a really nice feather. I paid good money for it and pinned it to my favorite blue hat. I wore that hat out for a...

 

Grateful to be exactly where I am in life

My husband Peter likes the “edge season.” He told me this as we watched the moon rise over the mountains and felt a chill breeze rise with it. As far as I know, Peter invented this expression. He might have meant the “season’s end,” but I...

 

Even on vacation there's something to worry about

My husband Peter and I are spending a month in Spain and we have left our worries behind. As a result, we have had to come up with new, temporary worries to occupy us until we get back home. Peter ran out of lotion and for several days used...

 

Spending time abroad opens my eyes

My husband Peter and I have settled into the little house we are calling home for a month in southern Spain. The house is old and quirky, but I’ve come to believe that all homes are quirky in their own way. Whenever I spend time in another...

 

Taking owls as a good omen on trip

First, I noticed the owl. “Peter! Did you see the owl?” Our last Airbnb in Spain had a ceramic owl. So, when I found a similar owl — in a similarly inconvenient location — I took it as a good omen. “What owl?” my husband, Peter, said....

 

Fall brings both anticipation and dread

My parents live in a cabin deep in the north woods. I know this sounds like the start of a fairytale. Sometimes it seems a bit like one. There are bear in the woods. Deer run in herds. The seasons are far more pronounced and extreme than those I am u...

 

Easier to love a dog for what it is than a person

When my husband Peter and I met, we each had a dog. Peter had a collie named The Pretty Boy, (Yes, “The” was part of his name) and I had a pound puppy, part golden retriever, part border collie mix named Milo. The Pretty Boy died shortly before...

 

Husband and I are compatible travelers

Peter and I are packing for our annual trip again. My husband is retired and I write, so we are able to travel now. Getting married late in life, this might have posed some problems because Peter is exactly the opposite sort of traveler I used to...

 

Happy to get chance to bloom, even late

I realized that I might be a late bloomer — a little late, naturally. I love hearing about proteges: the 5-year-old drummer or the 16-year-old activist. I love hearing the 9-year-old who sings like an old soul and reading about the 14-year-old who...

 

Hoping house will sell to someone who loves it

The message said: “The septic guy can’t find the cover. Call him.” I’ve been getting a lot of messages like this since I decided to put my century-old farmhouse up for sale. I haven’t lived in the farmhouse for years now — not since I...

 

Sometimes it's best to say nothing at all

Peter was up before anyone else — as he often is. My husband gets up early in order to have enough time to brood before busybodies like me expect him to engage in cheerful conversation. But this morning we were staying at my parents’ cabin and...

 

I think a happy marriage is like stew

I told my husband, Peter, that our marriage was like stew — and that’s a good thing. This is a second marriage for both of us. We were both married for a long time and then divorced for quite a while. We dated other people and realized how...

 

My blessings come in bad disguises

They say blessings come in disguise. If so, my blessings are poorly disguised. They show up wearing false noses and funny eyeglasses and are instantly recognizable unless I am being completely thick-headed — and it is astonishing how often I am. I...

 

Popular kids just like anybody else

I was not popular in high school. Everyone says this. I now realize that no one — not even the most popular person in high school — self-identifies as popular. Lately I’ve been getting a lot of Facebook friend requests from people I scarcely...

 

My parents still inspire me in their 80s

I spent the last couple of weeks visiting my parents. I’ve been lucky in the parent department. It’s fashionable to recall some pivotal incident that occurred when we were 8 and extrapolate how every difficulty experienced in our life since is a...

 

Grandmother's wedding dress now worn twice

She wore it for one day in 1919 and it looked as if it were sewn with this in mind. My grandma’s wedding dress was more than a little worse for wear. It had been folded up in a small box and kept safe by my cousin, Jill. (How Jill ended up with...

 

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