Spring in Baltimore means Preakness.
But even though I grew up in the Baltimore area (my grandfather actually lived in the Pimlico neighborhood), I’ve never been to the Preakness. Still, for me, like so many of us from around here, it’s just part of the fabric of life. Because even if you don’t attend the race itself, it’s all about the Preakness on the 3rd Saturday of May. Read more
We have had a late snowfall, and now, for a moment, the sun is shining on the snow and the ice and my words on the page. But really it has been a bit of a flop of a snowstorm; we are very underwhelmed with it, for we thought we would be watching it come down for hours and that there would be mounds of snow and snowdrifts and heavy winds. The forecast was for a blizzard. Read more
This morning was cold and the sun was shining and maybe I fell a little in love with Valentine’s Day (I’ve never been a big fan) when I went window shopping (which, like walking the streets of my town and looking at old houses and gardens, is something I do when I’m stuck in the middle of a sentence or a paragraph or a thought that is more muddled than clear). Read more
This morning on my walk through the streets of our town I saw the white doors of a church open at the top of the very steep steps that lead to them, and inside there was music and the twinkling of lights. A man held the door open for a couple saying, Happy New Year. And they crossed the threshold…
From our house to yours, our very best wishes for a happy, healthy New Year, filled with beauty and laughter and joy in the everyday. We thank you for reading the blog and following along on this journey that we hope has only just begun…
And all thru the house…our warmest wishes for a happy Christmas Eve, which in our house means making a family favorite egg casserole for Christmas morning. So—I’ve posted the recipe below just as my mother wrote it (she never wrote recipes down, and when she told you one verbally, she always left something out). I don’t remember how I started making it for Christmas Day because she made it for New Year’s Day brunch. Nevertheless, here it is for whenever you need a very unfussy breakfast for a crowd. Merry, Merry… Read more
It’s the Monday before Christmas when we see the little boy. My daughter and I are in the Lego Store on 5th Avenue across from Madison Square Garden looking for a specific Star Wars Legos set for a Christmas gift, when we notice him. He is around 9 or 10 years old at the most, and he appears to be completely alone. Read more
We were not feeling the least bit adventurous last Sunday; it was cloudy and very cold. I wasn’t in the mood for the mall—couldn’t think of dragging myself there to shop for Christmas presents. So instead we drove to St. Michaels, saying that the drive and the change of scenery would do us good. (Even on a wintery day when only the barges are out on the water, it is almost impossible not to feel a sense of calm as you cross the Chesapeake Bay by way of the majestic Chesapeake Bay Bridge—as the view shifts to vistas of water and boats and docks and wild sea grass, so does the mind.) Read more
Last night we watched A Charlie Brown Christmas and agreed it is our favorite. Today I’m listening to Vince Guaraldi and beginning the holiday trimming.
There will be rain today, says the voice on the radio. You will need your umbrella, he says. I am looking around for tossed umbrellas and rain clogs and wondering what it must be like in Pittsburgh on a day like this (because I have just returned from there) and remembering another rainy day a long time ago in Lucerne (a very different city) where I learned something about umbrella etiquette and the art of ducking in and out of tiny, cramped shops without making a puddle on the floor.