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Please: No “Silent Spring” Living in the Kentlands and Lakelands, offers a special joy: to walk on the pathways around the lakes in our neighborhood. This, even more so in the spring when the symphony of birds singing fills the air. My…

Wedding Planner

The wedding of my firstborn child, Jacqueline, is approaching, and I have no idea what I am doing. Fortunately, this turns out to be fine, since Jackie is the one getting married. Also, she is an organized, capable and determined…

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Cars and New Urbanism I am a recent advertiser (ArizonaWood — I’m a crafter and make rustic, Southwestern-style small tables, benches and wall hangings from reclaimed lumber) and longtime patron of the Kentlands. Being an advertiser, I am now getting…

Chalk It Up to Experience

From my vantage point through the driver’s side window, it was a dazzling pastel display. It covered every inch of the blacktop leading to the garage. To the untrained eye, it was nonsense. To a mother—any mother—it was a work…

My Pre-storm Shopping

It is supposed to snow tomorrow, and my reaction to this looming threat is embarrassing. Some background to set the stage. My children are grown. My husband has been working out of town for a week and will not be…

Stereo-typing

It seemed to happen in super slow motion, like a scene from “The Six Million Dollar Man” featuring Steve Austin running, complete with the time warp digital music. The speed was so incredible that your mind had to slow it…

Turning British

I have never been to England—or is it Great Britain?—but my husband thinks that I think I live there. And for the silliest reason. These days, and for about the past year, when I watch television, I almost only ever…

Kitchen Tales

My mother was our family storyteller. Since she was born in the mid-1880s and didn’t have me until she was in her mid 40s, she had direct connections to family members who traveled in an ox-drawn covered wagon from New…

It’s A Wrap

The presents are unwrapped. The decorations are packed away. I am down to eating only three meals a day with nary a party in sight. The kids are back in school. Order has been restored. And I am miserable. I…

Honoring the Undeniable Past

To the extent that I was grown up by age 14, I “grew up” in a little town in Massachusetts. And, I thought, that was the end of it. When my father’s employer moved him to Atlanta, Georgia, in 1968,…