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It’s good to be in Gouda
On Thursday mornings in the warmer months, visitors can step back in time to observe the Gouda Cheese Market as it would have appeared at its inception in 1395. Ginny and I did just that on our visit to the Netherlands last month – along with a boatload of other people happily milling around Gouda’s historic town square on a sunny May morning. I’m not … Continue reading It’s good to be in Gouda
It’s not all about the food – part one
Peach cobbler in Atlanta? Crab cakes in Baltimore? How about pizza in Naples, or sushi in Tokyo? High-minded folks may tell you that travel is not about the food. I love to travel. And I agree. There is so much more to travel than the different kinds of foods you can find around the world. But travel’s not not about the food, either. If you’re … Continue reading It’s not all about the food – part one
No giggling allowed
I recently started reading a book, but decided last night that I’m not going to finish it. When I was much younger, it was a point of honor to finish every book I started – no matter what. Now I’m old. Life is short. If the writing doesn’t grab me – or worse, it annoys me – I move on. This book annoyed me. So … Continue reading No giggling allowed
Dreaming of chocolate and cheese
And waffles. Big honking Belgian waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream. As you know, I am a House Hunters International junkie. I’m flying with my buddy Ginny to Brussels this weekend, so I was excited to find an episode in my cache of recorded shows about a young family searching for a home in Belgium’s capital city. (I automatically record every episode of this … Continue reading Dreaming of chocolate and cheese
Grammar Nerd turns Grammar Scold . . . sorry, not sorry
The purpose of today’s post is to blow the whistle on all the self-professed Grammar Nerds who persist in publishing their work without the benefit of a good proofreader. You know who you are. And if you don’t, consider taking my advice, anyway. Think of it as an insurance policy you might buy before enrolling in an underwater first aid class in shark-infested waters. I … Continue reading Grammar Nerd turns Grammar Scold . . . sorry, not sorry
Sometimes I can write
While I was scrub-a-dub-dubbing in the shower this morning, at least a dozen topics for blogging flew through my mind. The ideas seemed to be at least marginally interesting or entertaining, but my monkey brain quickly jumped along from one nugget of an idea to the next. Now, a few of hours later, I’d be hard pressed to recount even one of those inspirations. I’m … Continue reading Sometimes I can write
It’s hard to forgive a bully
I saw this cartoon on Facebook this morning. My good friend Tina Milano posted it, and I borrowed it to share here: The funny thing is that I was thinking about Rudolph and the gang just the other day. I wondered how little kids who are bullied (or are bullies, for that matter) relate to the song’s message. As you’ll recall, because of his nose, … Continue reading It’s hard to forgive a bully
It’s okay to have a change of heart
Here’s the deal. I had what I thought was a great idea to keep me occupied in my retirement. I started my web page, Where My Girlfriends Go. Take a look, if you haven’t visited. I’ll wait right here for you. So, although I’m not actually retired yet, I thought I should get a plan in motion, rather than waste a minute of actual retirement … Continue reading It’s okay to have a change of heart
Happy anniversary from my very dear friends at United Airlines
So I’m crammed in my seat, waiting for the plane to load for the Cleveland to Chicago leg of my trip to Italy, when a flight attendant approaches me and asks if I’m Kathleen Mahar. He looks surprised that I am, indeed, that very person, and hands me a little envelope. I open it to discover that United is congratulating me on 30 years of … Continue reading Happy anniversary from my very dear friends at United Airlines
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