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THE KNITTING DEMON STRIKES AGAIN!

THE KNITTING DEMON STRIKES AGAIN!

THE KNITTING DEMON STRIKES AGAIN! One stitch. That’s all it took. One danged stitch. I’ve knitted my entire life. I believe I even taught a few people along the way. I stopped for a few years. Quite a few years. Like thirty years and three countries. And as we all...
KITCHEN PRAYER

KITCHEN PRAYER

KITCHEN PRAYER Lord of pots and pans and things, Since I’ve not time to be, A saint by doing lovely things, Or watching late with Thee. Or dreaming in the dawn light, Or storming Heaven’s gates. Make me a saint by getting meals And washing up the plates. Although I...
ALL ABOUT APPLE PIE BEDS

ALL ABOUT APPLE PIE BEDS

ALL ABOUT APPLE PIE BEDS As often stated before, I’m a product of that fine British institution, The Boarding School. Those were happy years. Mostly. I’ve managed to delegate to the archives the nasty bits. Like a housemother that didn’t like me. To compensate, the...
SO I HAVE AN ACCENT.

SO I HAVE AN ACCENT.

SO I HAVE AN ACCENT. And I won’t/can’t lose it, even if I wanted to. Not possible. Not at my age. It’s who I am. For better or for worse. So why do I care when people refer to my accent? Well, I don’t. Most of the time. Then it’s described in a certain way, using...
THAT KID IN THE CANDY STORE

THAT KID IN THE CANDY STORE

THAT KID IN THE CANDY STORE I’d gone to town with my mom. I hated the trip. Forty miles in a hot car. No air conditioning. This was the late forties. And it was a dirt road. You had a choice. Hot, cranky and miserable or, Windows down, cooler and a mouthful of dust...