• Food,  Recipes

    Peach Cobbler

    Summer is fast approaching and my little freezer out back is still full of last year’s fruit. The problem, if you want to call it that, is that watching my diet all winter long really cut into my baking, resulting in an embarrassment of riches still waiting to be used.

  • My Life

    Grief Knitting and Death Cooties

    We have a lot of knitters in my family. I knit. Two of my sisters are knitters, three of our daughters, one daughter-in-law, and one granddaughter also knit. And in my daughter Kathy’s case, two sisters-in-law and one of their friends either knit or are learning to knit. And I have a small group of friends who meet at my…

  • My Life

    Bathrooms

    As most of you know, I was born and raised in Manville.  Born at home on Winter St. and raised in a 4th floor tenement on Railroad St., right there on the banks of what was then the very fragrant Blackstone River. Our house sat flush up against the sidewalk in front, with just enough room for a driveway on…

  • My Life

    Gerry and the Vase

    We were at my mother’s not long after Mother’s Day when we spotted a vase of roses on the hearth. “Oh, is that that vase that Gerry peed in?” we asked, and then we all burst out laughing as the memory resurfaced. Here’s the story. When I was a child we lived in a four-decker tenement house in Manville.  Since…

  • Food,  Gardening & Crafts,  Recipes

    From My Herb Garden

    Fresh herbs, snipped this morning at the peak of their flavor, washed and laid out on towels to air dry.  Top left is parsley, lower left if French tarragon, center chives.  These will be chopped and blended together, put into a zip lock freezer bag, and stored in the freezer for use throughout the year to flavor scrambled eggs ……

  • Seasonal

    My Herb Garden

    On a blisteringly hot day almost 30-years ago I headed out the door with only one thought in mind, planting an herb garden. The fact that the forecast warned of temperatures well into the 90’s didn’t matter. I had one day off that week and my wagon was loaded with an expensive assortment of  3” pots of tender herbs. Aborting…