The Summer I Licked the Cherries Jubilee Pans
The other day, someone mentioned Cherries Jubilee.
Confessions of a Chatterbox
The ramblings and scribblings of a recovering Chatterbox hellbent on entertaining readers with weekly stories, personal essays, and novels in which characters navigate the world as it unravels around them.
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Borrowed Water
June mentioned to me that after all the years of coming to Jackson’s Point in the summertime, it’s an entirely different experience to be right next to the lake.
Mousse on the Rocks
My daughter was going over the wedding menu with me; the venue in South Africa, the food presentation, the white linen-covered chairs, when I mentioned the chocolate mousse.
Everything’s Failing Except Her Opinions
Joyce, the personal support worker, had dressed my mom in a pair of stretchy orange and red pajama bottoms from Joe Fresh and a maroon T-shirt.
Sap, Cracks, and a Man With a Rake
Our gardener (yes, we have a gardener because our mother planted a garden so large and unwieldy that no one could possibly put the time or effort into maintaining it like she did), our gardener has as her assistant her boyfriend, who is pretty useless.
I Wanted a Boyfriend. I Got Notes.
We were in a Japanese restaurant.
Dead Squirrel Pick-Up, and Other Duties
Dead Squirrel Pick-Up, and Other Duties
We have squirrels in the cottage.
The Curation of What’s Left Behind
A couple of weeks ago my ancient old mom started pestering me about getting down a box of photographs from the cupboard upstairs.
The Trouble With Olden Days
In my little corner of the world, June is glorious.