If we were having coffee, I'd tell you I was worried last night - I seriously thought I'd jinxed the Superbowl for my beloved by waiting to buy a lobster tail. Lesson learned: if you want lobstah rolls for dinner (to compliment a Patriots victory), you need to secure one prior to the day it's wanted. …
Continue reading Hallelujah! It’s a mirepoix! A (post) Weekend Coffee Share
The year I don't know, but in the early days of the 20th Century a young man from a small village outside Kiev boarded a ship in Frankfort, Germany, crossed the Atlantic and, passing through Ellis Island, an anonymous agent recorded him under the Anglicized name, Bernard Gross. He married a fellow immigrant, a girl from the old …
Home of the University of North Texas, Denton has a lovely old square conveniently surrounded with good restaurants and quirky shops. There is a stately old courthouse around which protests and events happen all year round, and here is where an estimated 2,500 of us gathered in solidarity with the Women's March on Washington, and …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Women’s March Edition, 2017
The RevGals may not know what they've unleashed in asking for any old five things that have been on our minds. Sometimes it's my bladder, other times it's Blanca's, but 3:00 a.m. is an old friend of mine. Three a.m. has taught me how quick, agile, and completely random a brain can be, how full of …
Waiting for the signal to exit my suburban neighborhood, I wasn't really looking forward to going out "among them English" as Paul and I quote to one another. I dislike shopping just anyway but Christmas shopping I loathe with frosting on it. However, yesterday as I stared into space at the light at Eldorado Parkway, someone jogged into …
I've been in a funk since the election. It didn't go my way. The Wednesday after, I allowed myself to wallow, neither listening to nor watching any news. It would all still be there when I was ready to hear it. Instead, I Netflixed the day away on the couch in my sweats, with my …
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Rolling up the Sleeves edition
If we were having coffee, I tell you that looking back over my many years and several election cycles, I cannot remember one where my heart has been so heavy, about which I felt such dread, quadrupled on Friday when FBI Director Comey injected himself, once more against all policy and procedure, into the mess. …
My daughter earned her degrees from the great University of Texas, Austin and one is a Bachelors in Women's and Gender Studies. I love our conversations, even when her clear-headed feminism dispels my own long and closely-held bullshit. Maybe especially when she dispels my culturally ingrained, but ultimately diminishing, bullshit. I was raised to expect praise, get …
Reblogging this from my friend, Fr. Mark Abdelnour, who teaches here about the chasms between people. Wherever you are, consider crossing the chasm, whatever that means to you, between you and someone(s) on "the other side". You might actually need only go half way - people will often meet us half way. At least that's …
Sandwich(es). I often say that the taco is the perfect food: meat, veg, dairy, and carbs in one convenient, hand-held package; it's really just a sandwich in a crunchy, spicy, perfect delivery system. Sandwiches have endless variety, especially when you open your mind to things beyond the pure simplicity of childhood baloney and cheese on …
Southern Fried Californian 