On the question of continuity.
Single Blessedness
My self is precious, and it needs and deserves nourishing as the center of my life, not an outcropping.
Every Three Seconds
I don’t know if any woman is allowed to have two best friends—there may be a rule prohibiting it written in the stars—but I will boldly claim my two.
Egg Day
This past Lent I thought I made an agreement with myself to enter into all the ceremonies of that six-weeks season of suffering… and then to reward myself with the glorious resurrection of Easter.
Lunch with Teri / Dinner with Alice / Weekends with Sarah
These are the women I know I can call on in times of need…who will understand what I want, oversee my progress toward some form of wisdom with courage, humor and compassion—and, above all, tell me the truth.
Thanksgiving for Friends
All of us who live alone although close to family and at times sharing seasonal celebrations know that we have a core of friends who are not just an alternative to relatives. They may know us better and even love us more!
Kafka and The Littlest Rebel
Pantaloons and golden curls do not limit her temerity. It fascinates me to see that this long-forgotten children’s book seems in a strange way more modern than The Trial.
Best Friends
What do we offer each other? Shared habits, shared likes and dislikes, an astonishing ability to chose the best possible presents for each other; and the frankness that never seems barbed by ulterior motives—to instruct, to reprove, to create distance. Frankness that is a bridge to closeness rather than a bulwark against it.
The WOW Factor
I’ve always drawn a firm line between my writing and my cooking. Bonnie Lee Black has managed to meld them both.
Getting Through The Season
Now that Christmas has fallen half way out of the day-I imagine it on its edge, sliding off all those cards that wish, so blandly, “Season’s Greetings” (and what are they?-I am coming to terms with the usefulness of Facebook.