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March
Dear King Daddy
Dear King Daddy, I know the last few months have been rough. It’s no fun taking care of a gal with a fractured pelvis. You’ve…
An apron with my name
I want an apron with my name on it. I stopped working full time in January. I can’t quite bring myself to call it “retired.”…
Falling out of love with my grill
I never thought I would see this day and I’m even hesitant to write about it, but I’ve had a revelation regarding my gas grill…
The Wedge
Forget grain bowls, coconut-oil based dressings and…please…no more kale. Lately, I’ve been pining away for a good old Wedge. No one knows who invented that…
Make yourself a regular
King Daddy and I adopted a travel plan when we first went overseas. Go to one locale and make yourself a regular. When we went…
Goulash
I seem to be surrounded by goulash these days. Now that Dammit Boy lives in Vienna he makes it or eats it in a restaurant…
The fruit ninja
My son, who many of you know as Dammit Boy, is a 26-year-old research associate at the Vienna Center for Disarmament and Non-Proliferation. He is…
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June
Grocery shopping for Noah
I may have gone overboard. Just a wee bit. At least Mark thinks so. We have just installed Noah in his first apartment in Knoxville,…