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It’s 7 a.m. and I’m staring sitting at the table staring at my empty hands, wondering what to do with them. Normally I’d be clutching my second or third mug of high-test coffee, but, on doctor’s orders, I’m trying to cut back on my daily caffeine intake – damn that bastard -- and I’m beginning to think cutting back a body part would be more tolerable. Preferably one of his body parts (use your imagination).

I’m only allowed one cup per day and my dilemma is when to have it: first thing in the m… Continue

THOU still unsavoured gem of pleasure,
Thou bastard-child of Succulence and slow Roasting,
Epicurean muse, who canst thus express
A piquant flavor more sweetly than Parsley, Sage or Thyme.
What mystery haunts about thy fellow travelers,
Of mustard or relish, or of both.

At four, she learned that Santa doesn’t really bring brightly wrapped dolls and Easy Bake ovens.
At six, the beautiful tooth fairy morphed into a parent sneaking into her room late at night to place a silver dollar under her pillow.
At thirteen, her first love, Jimmy Marks, dumped her for cheerleader Alison Moore.
At seventeen, acceptance to the local college did nothing to dull the pain of the thin envelope from Princeton.
At twenty-four, 2 months before the birth of their first son, came the n… Continue

These days, times are hard for everyone; housing is down, unemployment is up and the stock market is still doing a flawless impression of the Coney Island Cyclone.

Is it a secondary trend against a primary trend, a market correction, recession, or depression?

I don’t know and frankly, I don’t care; all that matters is that I’m out there competing for a job with 13.5 million others, drinking cheap(er) wine and eating at home every night (oh, how I miss restaurants and having someone else do the… Continue

A bright spring day, spent pottering happily in the garden, tending the earth, at one with nature. Asparagus spears poke their heads up, testing the warmth of the sun’s rays.
A few hours of tilling and weeding fill the air with the clean, rich scent of rich soil.
Seedlings are gently transplanted into freshly dug soil, enriched with compost and organic food. The tender green sprouts lovingly tucked into beds of mulch, safe from the threat of weeds and the evening chill.
A cool spring night, spen… Continue