A present for Frances A couple of weeks ago I was delighted to be cooking for a group of lovely women. Frances, our host, had bought my services in a donation to Delmarva public radio and while I give out these cooking demonstrations and dinners all the time to charity, this event was truly special. I promised her the recipes
COOL AS A CUCUMBER I am in the kitchen trying to figure out what to do for lunch. I haven’t given much thought to food for quite some time, but I am winding down the editing on my book and looking forward to getting back behind the cutting board again. “Holly,” I shout trying to get her attention through her
February and March are really long months. Crazy long. Hadyn had her Disney thing with the Milton Theatre www.pcade.org and Holly had Mock Trial Championships with Sussex Central They both were enthusiastic about their different endeavors and I was so lucky to be able to join them both this year. Hadyn’s performance is here: https://www.facebook.com/gretchen.hanson.7/videos/1722948177726791/ Holly was brilliant {as usual)
My America, too I didn’t plan to be heading south towards Charlottesville, Virginia after the alt-right demonstration this past August. But I didn’t try to change my plans either. I am possessed simultaneously with contradictory personal gifts. I am a profound chaos magnet, but also the recipient of amazing travel karma. This has been manifested throughout my life by allowing
Middle-Aged “This is what fifty looks like.” Gloria Steinem I have always hated my birthday. Not just hated, loathed, with a deep visceral anathema that is far more complicated than sheer vanity. And before you even ask, no, it is not obscenely old and I don’t look too much off what you would probably guess if you were being kind.
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