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Knit 1, pearl 2, slow down

Search for stillness doesn’t mean new hobby

Subscriber onlyThis will sound weird, but lately I find myself fantasizing about learning to knit. Even though I'm not a "crafty" person, I can't get this image out of my head -- me sitting serenely on the sofa, yarn in hand, needles at the ready, just knitting. Continue reading...

Indoorsy and proud of it; writer embraces great indoors

Subscriber onlyAmerican culture likes people who are "outdoorsy." Society sees it as a healthy, wholesome way to live. Outdoorsy people are generally considered to be adventurous, energetic and down-to-Earth. Continue reading...

Things work out

Saving single socks for return of match

Subscriber onlyIn our laundry room, we have a small bin for "lost socks." The irony here is that the socks in the bin aren't lost at all. We know exactly where they are. It's their twins that are missing, wandering around out there in the domestic black hole where I assume all lost things go, if for no other reason than to torture us. Continue reading...

Netflix zombie attack

Late-night watcher admits to problem

Subscriber onlyIt's not culturally sophisticated to admit it, but I love TV -- always have. I loved it ever since I was a kid and Fred Flintstone heard the whistle blow at 5 o'clock and slid down the back of his dinosaur bulldozer. Continue reading...

Chick flick genetics: Daughter enherits sentimental gene

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Lights, camera, life -- Facebook fodder

Special moments now Facebook fodder

Subscriber onlyRemember that time you went to your high school prom and there were exotic birds, paid performers twirling fire torches and a caged live tiger at the center of the dance floor? Continue reading...

Ode to icemaker

Appliance kaput

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Rinse and repeat: Here comes the sun

Subscriber onlyBurnout. It's not just for middle-aged workaholics anymore. Sometimes even teenagers get it. Continue reading...

Un-bee-lievable: Middle-aged queen gets unusual visit

Subscriber onlyLast Saturday, we saw something we've never seen before. A large, black cloud of swarming bees appeared in our backyard, hovering over the deck like a chaotic storm. We spotted it from the kitchen window and watched as they clustered on a wood railing. Continue reading...

Naked and afraid: Blinded by the white

Subscriber onlyA few days ago, I locked the door and stood naked in my bathroom, ready to perform my annual spring tradition -- the head-to-toe application of self-tanning lotion. It's a humbling, sometimes humiliating experience, even though I'm alone in the room. I have to look in the mirror to make sure I've applied the lotion evenly, and looking in the mirror during April makes me realize that calories consumed during winter didn't melt away with the snow. Continue reading...

Oh, Captain, My Captain: When a good girl eats bad cereal

Subscriber onlyI turned 45 last month, and Tom gave me a gift right after I dropped the kids off at school. Waiting for me on the kitchen counter was a birthday card and a box of cereal bearing a familiar face I hadn't seen in the kitchen since my 20s -- Cap'n Crunch. Continue reading...

Doesn't mean we should

Multi-tasking lowers IQ points

Subscriber onlyIn an ironic twist, it turns out that the hardest thing to do is one thing at a time. Continue reading...

Every move you make

The phones are watching you

Subscriber onlyI saw something the other day, and I'm still trying to decide if it's cool or creepy -- or both. Perhaps you can be the judge. Continue reading...

Doing the spring thing

Clean two closets, call me in the morning

Subscriber onlyToday was the first day of spring, but no one told the sun. It was an overcast day whipped around by a cold wind, so I stayed inside and did what people are supposed to do in spring. I cleaned. Continue reading...

No need to drive

Mother of teen stuck in neutral

Subscriber onlyThe night before I turned 16, I was so excited I could barely sleep. I knew that when I woke up the next morning and got ready for school, I'd pull out of the driveway and cruise into a new life -- one in which I'd never again need to ask my parents or older brother for a ride. It felt like I was on the verge of something big and important. Continue reading...