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Sometime at the beginning of April, I wrote this teeny little post-it to myself: “I will think kind thoughts and not write slanderous emails...

Thanks for the emails about *things that you like* in the blog. That polenta photo generated a number of kind comments. But the thing is, I ...

...that blue glow in the eye looks ominous...what *is* she posting?? 

Do you mean I could make a difference in helping people get from one place to another during this busy holiday travel period? Should I volun...

In the last three days of the year, there is nothing left to groan about except the unopened property tax bill, the healthy living program t...

In installing a new computer in my office (I think it was to be a surprise), the tech dude (inadvertently?) set it so that the new email pr...

No, it's not a shirt ripped off the back of a Ukrainian.

I think Poles are predisposed toward artistry. I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it? Even at a time when art was blandly subservient to a politica...

Lately, things have been slow on the email front. Vacations! Holidays! – I told myself. But today, a colleague sent me an email basically as...

Would you like me to be blogging away, chipper and carefree, without great concentration or commitment to the stack of folders in front of m...

Feeling like it’s impossible to even imagine the enormity of the disaster in Southeast Asia? Click here (select International Response F...

The threatening email accusing me of hording the 365 Organic Angel Fluffies (see my post here ) has got to stop. You pick your own addictive...

I am so glad market capitalism has flooded shelves in Poland’s stores with delicious foods and beautiful artifacts. I am glad that people as...

I knew it halfway through the Fall semester: I’d grown weary of the text I’d been using in Family Law. I’ll admit that I find it hard to ...

Is this right, is this wrong? 1. Cellphone rings in restaurant. You answer it. 2. You’re talking to your pal and the cellphone rings. Yo...

And how did you commemorate the day after? My day thus far had the following scintillating components: A visit to a store to exchange a g...

The transmogrification of food traditions The palate changes over time. Over the years, we adjust for it. The buche de Noel shrinks (wh...

The final item to come out of the kitchen: a buche that recognizes current tastes and makes do with available ingredients. 

Further proof that my proper place is in the kitchen: The puff pastries come out of the oven in time for Christmas breakfast. The spice c...

Starting the day with a nice carb high