Dear Diary, Today, that is, when I’m writing this, I’m looking forward to spending an amazing weekend at Notre Dame, watching them play (and, of course, beat) Bowling Green University. Bowling Green is in the same conference as Miami of Ohio, where I met Bing on a blind date and, as you know, dear diary, […]
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It is not a good idea to lie about your age. Sadly, lying about my age is embedded in my genes – my mother and aunt both subtracted years from their ages, but they never got caught. I did. Get caught. You see, I applied for an Illinois driver’s license when I moved to Chicago […]
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Travel by air is never boring. At least, not for me. Some readers may recall I wrote about losing my wallet in Los Angeles last spring, just before flying home from LAX. I always carry my wallet in a pocket, rather than in a purse, because that just seems handier. Not so much, though, when […]
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Neighborhood Cats I have written previously about my cafeteria for cats, but I will reprise here what I wrote then in case some of you don’t memorize my columns. A couple of years ago, I started putting food out for a neighborhood kitty who seemed to be homeless – and wild. Efforts to have her […]
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Have you ever wondered how, in the movies, especially old ones, the heroine always wakes up in the morning with flawlessly applied makeup and not a hair out of place? Doris Day, for one, looked incredibly perky in every scene filmed of her, no matter if she was being chased down dark alleys by knife-wielding […]
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Sleep is vastly overrated. Who needs eight hours of it? President Kennedy, it is said, managed to govern the country on four hours of sleep per night. I don’t think I’m quite ready to govern the country yet. I had the flu last week. It wasn’t fun. I was very brave. Ivy Scarlett, the German […]
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Thank you all for your prayers. In case you’ve forgotten, I asked you to pray for me because I was feeding a cast of thousands over the July 4 weekend. I also suggested you pray for those I was feeding. For newcomers to this column, if there are any, my cooking skills are pretty much […]
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Since I am pretty solidly Irish (my mother was a Kelly, my dad was a Sullivan – once upon a time, O’Sullivan), I have a love/hate relationship with the Brits. They were, as history points out, quite rude to the Irish back in the century when they ruled Ireland with an iron fist. I won’t […]
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Our children tell me often that I scarred them for life. When they were little, one of the lullabies I sang to them was Go Tell Aunt Rhody. Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody, the old grey goose is dead. The gander is weeping, the gander is weeping, the […]
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I’ve probably mentioned a time or twenty that Bing and I have five children. They are, of course, quite exceptional, or, as Garrison Keillor would say, above average. Three of the said children live in sunny California. The other two are brave Mid-Westerners, residing in Minnesota and Iowa. The three Californians are somewhat smug about […]
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