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It took six hours to finish Market buying for L’Etoile today. Three comments on the foraging: too much, too long, too windy. This is my o...

In “My Life,” Clinton admits to sleeping on the couch for at least two months after confessing to his wife that he had had an affair with Mo...

A friend coaxed me out for an early morning walk. No, that is so incorrect. “Coaxed out for a walk” cannot be used in the same sentence with...

It has long been the practice in Rome to fund restoration of monuments by putting up scaffolding and selling advertising space on it (read a...

The squirrel that zonked out during last week's warm spell on the branch of the apple tree outside my window, came back today to clean h...

Today’s Isthmus describes the tribulations of the Library Mall Orange piccolo player. (He wears all things orange, always). He’s been cited ...

Not once but twice in the last 24 hours I have recounted lengthy stories only to forget, in the midst of telling them, why I launched into t...

“Careful: this person is not used to free choice.” That’s the warning that should have been pinned to my coat when I landed as a student on ...

I wrote in a post yesterday that I’d do yoga and so early this morning I went to a yoga class (there was some egging on taking place from a ...

It has been said that blogging opens doors, brings people together, creates new bonds. Indeed. Yesterday I had dinner with three people that...

I came across the following comment the other day: Blogs are places where you can make yourself look better than you really are. Now is t...

In an attempt to turn the tide and create for myself on a more positive, cheerful stretch of days [after my morning epiphany that I was slat...

In the Alternative: Quit Reading Newspapers and do Yoga An informed and astute reader from Poland writes: "The politics of this cou...

This morning I was at the UW hospital for a needed medical procedure. Obviously it’s not anything debilitating as I am home now blogging ene...

In commenting on my Walesa post (Saturday, below), a very open minded reader writes the following: “I'm always very interested to hear p...

There are few events that tug at me more than “meet the author” gigs and book-signings. It’s not the signature-in-text per se, it’s the litt...

I got an email from my sister (who lives in Warsaw) telling me about a recent conversation she had with Janek. (In an earlier post I describ...

I ran into someone at the store this afternoon. I know this person, I thought. I know quite a bit about him. I know something of his family ...

There was a time when Lech Walesa was every person’s good guy. In Poland, he was, of course, the symbol of change, the leader of the quiet r...

If these colors don’t send you into a state of ecstatic rapture, you are one tough reader to please. It was one of those...