To Whom It May Concern Yes, wouldn’t it be lovely at the end of a life to find myself nestled in the comforts I once knew. The list could be small. Chocolate, of course. The good stuff. Beautiful food. Surely there could be at least a few delicious meals to look forward to. And …
I once dated a guy who said my motto should be: some is good, more is better, and too much is just enough. He was referring to my cooking. I always prepared enough for a crowd even when I was cooking for just the two of us. He was a minimalist (didn’t have a word
Karen: So tell me, Sue Ann, how did this program come about? It appears to be about food, yet not about food. An online writer’s workshop, is that how you’d describe it? Sue Ann: Good question. The Luscious Legacy Project had been in the dreaming and scheming stage for a very long time. I had
“Is there dressing on this salad?” “Yes, lemon-infused olive oil, white wine vinegar, and dash of Dijon. You know, my lazy mustard vinaigrette.” “Well, I don’t see it.” “Taste it. Trust me, it’s there. I dressed the salad. Really, I did.” “I prefer bottled dressing. The creamy stuff.” “Okay, it’s in the fridge you can
not my usual pretty picture The cabinetmaker arrives with his crew. Four hours late. No call. No apology. “I was expecting you at 10,” I say, hoping to hear he lost my phone number or he was delayed by some unexpected four-hour traffic jam. “I have a cold,” he replies. I accept the excuse (sans
I started three different blog posts yesterday. None of them clicked. This is my greatest fear by the way, that eventually the well will run dry. What if, some day, I simply have nothing more to say? I know this isn’t truth but it still keeps me up at night. And then, last night, the
There’s some snapping and groaning and crackling going on over here (it’s the new floor, not me, honest). I think the floor is settling in, stretching, and adjusting to its new surroundings. We get up in the morning or during the night and the floor crackles beneath our feet. My husband chose the flooring for
Several years ago, when I was trying to figure out what to do with my new and somewhat mysterious Twitter account, I devised a ‘Tweet What You Eat’ system where my clients could stay in touch with me in real time to let me know what they were eating. That way I could cheer them
I once rearranged the furniture in my bedroom the night before the movers arrived to transport my belongings to my new home. That’s how much I need order. And ambiance. We’re in the midst of construction right now, replacing our carpeting with hardwood floors. This kind of endeavor can be somewhat challenging for two individuals
The line: ‘We teach what we most need to learn?’ It’s true. For a very long time I viewed my ‘work’ as the portal to creativity. As a teacher of small children I had many opportunities to use my creative talents in service to the children I taught and to a school system sorely in
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