I wish you all a joyful 2021. Seize the day, musers, 2021: a blank slate. How perfect. Stay safe, musers, stay alive, stay curious, stay joyful.
Last week I came across a picture from the early ‘70s of my cousins, my grandmother, her dog and her sister, my great aunt.
And I’m here to let you know my Glamour Don’ts have been stellar during this pandemic.
My mom made whoopie pies – and while she’s been gone for decades now, I feel her next to me as I bake.
Kneading bread, punching down the dough, creating something that not only should be engaged to butter, but should just elope to Vegas.
I collected the rocks, walking over thousands, picking up ones I thought might make the best creation.
At the Dover Library Book Sale, I put my confidence in those who orchestrated this yearly event, who sorted through books and media and created the oh so wonderful and oh so uncertain: Grab Bag.
As more and more of us spend time inside, commuting from our bedrooms to our laptops, I muse joyfully on household trips, vacations and holidays that can transform our lives to jet-setting hotspots, exciting adventures, glorious travels.
Today I muse joyfully on pogoing, on jumping up and down, on counting, on owning not one but four pogo sticks.
An old boyfriend from college was next to my daughter’s fourth birthday party, my sister smiled in her wedding dress from 1994.