I was thirty before I had a vegetable garden. My husband and I bought a house thirty miles west of Chicago, which meant a commute of as much as two hours each way per day for me. I was stressed! He encouraged me to start a garden; he knew the joy it brought his beloved… Continue reading On the Nightstand: Harrowed by Heather King
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Tarantulas, Blinds, and the Inside of the Cup
Note: On Tuesdays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. It was a tarantula, the size of my hand, crawling down my bedroom blinds. I woke up with a start, got out of bed on the side farther from the window,… Continue reading Tarantulas, Blinds, and the Inside of the Cup
Eating What Is Given
Note: On Tuesdays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. Weeknight supper was predictable in the Rigney household: pork cutlets on Mondays; hamburger casserole on Tuesdays; beef stew or pot roast on Wednesdays; some sort of chicken on Thursdays; and on… Continue reading Eating What Is Given
Setting Things Right
Note: On Tuesdays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. We were okay at first, sharing some outside interests and friendships. What we did at work didn’t intersect much. Then I moved into a new role, a role for which he… Continue reading Setting Things Right