Dishabille

Dishabille

Last Tuesday, when I went down to my apartment lobby to check the mail, another woman was there at the same time. Sigi’s* a little German lady who’s probably lived here since the building opened back in the ’60’s. I was a little taken aback...

Where to?

A couple of weeks ago, my blogger friend, Gloria, the Nomadic Chica, nominated me for the Sisterhood of the World bloggers award. Thank you, Gloria! To be a member of the Sisterhood, there are some requisites. One of them is answering ten questions. I’m not...

Forever 39

Today is my birthday. Like the old vaudevillian Jack Benny, who never admitted being older than 39, I’ve stopped counting. People who know me best, know that my cake will be chocolate, but I couldn’t resist posting this photo of a Cherbluble. It is pie,...

Daddy’s Job

Way back when I was a little girl, starting to lose my baby teeth, my father and I had a ritual. I could not stand the thought of pulling my own teeth. I was such a wimp about it that, when one became loose, it had to practically fall out of my head on its own because...

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