When the Bishop comes
When the Bishop comes. It’s momentous. It’s a big, big day. It requires weeks of preparation on the part of the Women of St. Paul’s….
When the Bishop comes. It’s momentous. It’s a big, big day. It requires weeks of preparation on the part of the Women of St. Paul’s….
So it is Tax Day. Boo hoo. Mark and I timed our marriage date poorly because we tied the knot on April 14. So every…
My instructions to my West Coast friend, about to journey to the South for a convention, must have seemed absurd. It was the early 1990s,…
Every once in awhile, worlds collide and my work life and blogging life intersect. For those of you who don’t know, I run the Community…
Everything was going according to plan at the St. Paul’s Episcopal Church Fat Tuesday pancake supper. Until the fire department came. The Youth started off…
Lord, help me. The annual St. Paul’s Episcopal Church Pancake Supper is tonight and I’m in charge. Episcopalians, Catholics and Lutherans are very serious about…
Useless kitchen equipment. I have a ton of it, I’m ashamed to say. I shouldn’t say useless. Let’s call it “rarely used.” I have a…
It is the third Saturday in October. There are beautiful sweet cherry tomatoes at the Farmer’s Market. That will be a bright spot in an…
It would be unseemly to boast about the exceptional quality of the funeral food that arrived at Bunny’s house after the passing of my father-in-law….
So I am at the farmer’s market this morning, as I always am on Saturdays. I am absolutely astonished this time of year seeing people…