Category Archives: Shaken and Stirred

Letters of Nut

Gather ’round, Grandkids. And put down those Tide pods — they’re for dessert. Back before blogs, I regularly sent lots of cranky letters to people, some of whom actually answered. In rooting through old files the other say, I discovered … Continue reading

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Ears to the Beans

Guido is big on the new year tradition of making a pot of beans. This year she used black-eyed peas, simmered with carrots, celery, onions, and a ham hock. She also made a 17-bean soup, which she served with collards … Continue reading

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Bank Shot

This plaque presides over the toilet in a bank’s rest room. It takes me many minutes – which I am doomed to spend anyway, thanks to a lethargic prostate gland slowed even further by the frigid room and my own … Continue reading

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White With Foam

Yeah, I’m into shaving. Over the years I experiment with all sorts of shaving products, and test many techniques. There’s the pre-shave and after-shave lotions, beaver-tail brushes, dozens of different kinds and brands of foams/gels/creams in cans/canisters/tubes, etc. There’s the … Continue reading

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#MeToo Sorta Kinda

Like most of us in the fundraising field at the time (back when “fundraising” was two words), I stumbled into it. I was the writer, so I wrote the grant proposals and appeals. I was good at it, and since … Continue reading

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Wyld on the Walls

Even before Hurricane Irma brought chaos and disruption to these climes, Guido and I created our own when we (read: she) decided that it was ‘way past time to repaint the interior of the house. Every stick of furniture, potted … Continue reading

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Olde Towne Old Timer

I am in Philadelphia on the last weekend of April, first time back home — I still think of it as home, although Guido and I left permanently in 1985 — in several years. I’m walking south on Market Street … Continue reading

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