This is not my tattoo, Mom.
MOTHER’S DAY, A manufactured holiday that can sometimes be second only to Valentine’s Day in overpromising and underdelivering, is mercifully over, once again. This year, mine was exactly right: We went out for a nice lunch with my mom, and some good friends, and the kids mostly behaved, and my other mom friend and I toasted each other with something called a “health margarita,” so named because (in addition to the requisite tequila) it included grapefruit juice. [click to continue…]
There must be another way...
NOW THAT SPRING seems to have really and truly sprung, even in the frigid Northeast where I live, I am struggling not just with finishing my knitting projects, but with getting them started, at all. I blame the garden. [click to continue…]
by paige on April 17, 2009
WITH ALL THE TALK here on TSP about hand-me-down recipes (some good, some, well, terrifying) I realized I hardly have any from my own family. To make up for the absence of ones to call ours, my kids and I are trying some pioneer recipes, ones straight out of our bedtime stories. An unorthodox place to look for culinary inspiration? Perhaps. But not as crazy as it might seem. [click to continue…]
by paige on April 3, 2009
AS SOON AS MY SON, aka The River, could walk, he wanted to ride as well. When we lived in Los Angeles, we lived near an enormous public park crammed with kid stuff–playgrounds, train rides, a big carousel, and pony rides. We took him on a lark, thinking he wasn’t really old enough to circle around on a pony, even with the special saddle strapped around his waist to hold him in place. Judging from the expression on his face in this picture, we were wrong. [click to continue…]
by paige on March 11, 2009
NOPE, IT’S NOT that I’m a famous sister (remember her older sister, Zsa Zsa? Was there ever a better name?) since as you all know by now, I am an only (though hardly lonely). Nor am I Hungarian, and I’ve only been married once (though there’s still time, I suppose, I think I’m unlikely to make it to Eva’s lofty achievement: five trips down the aisle). [click to continue…]
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