Category: Slice of Life

If you’ve been following along, you know we’re about to set off on a new adventure. I’ve been packing boxes and selling furniture. My apartment looks like a warehouse. There was one piece of “furniture,” however, that was difficult to part with…my piano. When I was three years old, my parents thought they had a…
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Somewhere deep inside, in that pure place that isn’t jaded by life on earth, I’m a believer in “ask and ye shall receive” or at least “it can’t hurt to ask.” Richard and I knew in March 2020 it was time to move on from Jackson Heights, but there weren’t many options. We managed to…
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It has been a week since my father-in-law, Hugh Lamb, passed away. I’ve been overwhelmed by the messages of love and admiration we’ve received directly and seen on the internet. Hugh was a humble man, so I never realized what a rock star he was in his field. I think even my husband has been…
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Last night, England lost its “Living National Treasure” as he jokingly referred to himself—Hugh Lamb, Richard’s dad and my father-in-law. He was one of a kind—brilliant, witty, and wickedly funny. I loved his smile and the twinkle in his eyes when he told a joke. We had similar taste in music and sent song suggestions…
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I have often said, mostly to myself, that with just one onion I could make a feast with whatever else happened to be left in the cupboards. That is the perfection of an onion. Whether raw and finely grated, roasted in the oven, or sautéed and shiny from a bit of extra virgin olive oil,…
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When you’re a kid learning how to play games from adults, you latch on to certain things, depending on your personality and perspective. For me, in Scrabble, it was “Oooooo…7-letter word. Aaah…triple-word score.” I was a nerdy, dictionary-reading kid, so as part of my strategy, I also memorized the “q” words that could be spelled…
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Another heavenly week has come and gone. This was year 2 of my Virginia Beach writing retreat with the Doll Babies. If that’s conjuring up images of sweet, little ladies popping bon bons as they write, well, the bon bons are not far off course, but sweet…nah. If you saw us coming, you might think…
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