“I just want more of her.” A wonderful piece on the late lamented food writer, Laurie Colwin.

All Is Calm, All Is Bright

All Is Calm, All Is Bright

Dear Ann, We are in Omaha. Going to Omaha necessitated placement of Olive in a suitable child care, I mean dog care, facility. Since Olive is not the best-behaved small dog on the planet, I was in a bit of a quandary about this. The logical choice was my sister Amy’s. Sister Amy has two big shepherds, Ike and Kimba. Kimba (seen below) is the smaller, older one. Ike is the recently adopted, huger one. I worried that Olive might be a...

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Sweet Sassy What?

Sweet Sassy What?

Dear Ann, Sometimes I think you’re a regular person, who talks, you know, regular? Then you say something like “sweet sassy molassy.” What are we, moseying now? Land o’ Goshen! Sakes alive! Whatever! Anyway, I’m back from Omaha (where people mostly talk regular, except for drinking pop and carrying groceries in sacks and calling that lid on the house a ‘ruff’). All is well in Omaha. One highlight...

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Snowy

Snowy

Dear Ann, My first day home, and it’s a snow day. I really would have preferred a school day. But it’s a snow day. Despite the circumstances, or maybe because of them, I had a good time in Omaha. In Omaha, my childhood is always just around the corner. Sometimes I seek it out, driving slowly past old houses, but sometimes it jumps out at me. For example, as I was pulling on to Highway 75 on my way to pick up mom at the hospital...

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Itinerant Knitter

Itinerant Knitter

Dear Ann, I’m in Omaha, soaking up the weak black coffee of my youth and enjoying some primo bedside knitting. Most Moisturized Mom was having some problems with her heart, so I was summoned to knit at her bedside and otherwise make myself useful while she had some work done. I believe I let you know of this unplanned trip by emailing you that ‘my ma is ailing’. Regrettably, in times of crisis, I do lapse into cheesy hickish...

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Quality Time

Quality Time

Dear Ann, I know you’re hung over, from the yarn-winding, the egg nog, the cosmic mind-melding with the leading lights of KnitWorld Chicago–or some nearly lethal combination of the three. So I’ll be brief. For me. One of Emma’s super secret powers is the selection of greeting cards that accurately reflect and or predict the recipient’s life. Pictured above is the image from the Cath Tate card she sent me on the...

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Ho Ho……oh

Ho Ho……oh

Dear Ann, This year’s trek to the frozen tundra and back was blurry at best. Half the family got sick at one point or another, which really got in the way of the celebrating. Please, people! Enough with the hacking cough! I’m trying to watch It’s a Wonderful Freakin’ Life over here! It did not begin well. Wednesday the 22nd was the Annual Day of Departure at an Ungodly Hour. The night before, as if on cue, Joseph...

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