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invitations I’ve written here upon occasion about my Polish high school crush of all crushes, the one that lasted years and years, where...

When I first moved to the Midwest people would tell me that they didn’t much care for the singular snootiness of East Coast types who never ...

Who would spend an entire afternoon at Borders on such a beautiful day? Me. I have a lot of work to catch up with and oftentimes bringing st...

It is barely 7 in the morning. The phone is ringing. Not to worry, I know who it is – it’s my walking buddy catching me again for an early m...

Every year I conclude that this day is under-appreciated. In terms of celebratory oomph, it definitely trumps New Year’s. There, we’re talki...

I’m a sucker for blog posts that are poignant, troubled, heartfelt, sincere. Unfortunately, there aren’t many who attempt to do this and ev...

I don’t ever recall celebrating a Father’s Day in Poland, nor Men’s Day. Mother’s Day – most definitely and Women’s Day too. One could guess...

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...