Commentaries and Essays

Nesting

I am moving...again. My family and friends are not too surprised. I seem to do this sort of thing at least every decade and sometimes even more often. For nine years I have enjoyed my mid-century modern home in a wooded sanctuary not far from the University of North Carolina campus in Chapel Hill. Now we are moving to a condominium that was carved out of a 1937 building that once housed 30…

"Top Chef" Meets Google

 My husband eyes the overstuffed bags of groceries in the back of the car and starts hauling them in. “I know why you got so much food,” he said. “Our son is coming home.”  “Yeah, and I now I am competing with Google”, I replied.   Most kids away from home and out in the business world are nostalgic for their mom’s home cooking…

Post Script

Just yesterday I wrote about the little osprey chick that we spotted in the nest next to our house..the first In twenty some years. Late in the afternoon I watched with tender amusement and some concern as the temperatures soared and  Momma O spread her wings to shade the little guy. Surely she knows what to do and osprey have survived a sudden heat wave before, I thought. I saw him …

Beach Breakfast

If you are hungry when visiting my house, then it is your own fault. At least that is what I tell any guest who is reticent to rummage through my fridge and pantry to find a snack or lunch, but especially breakfast. I generally don't prepare breakfast for anyone but myself. In fact, with all my work lately to get my book out, I try to block off every morning for writing and website work, e…

Birthing a Book

                             Several months ago I wrote a blog about pressing the "send" button on my manuscript for "Children of the Stars". That seems like lifetimes ago. Almost nothing has captured my attention or focus but the work of finishing this book. I am almost there.The proofs will be back in a week or s…

Steve Jobs: A Reflection

As I reflected on Steve Jobs passing last evening, I was saddened that a man of such vibrancy and accomplishment had passed from our presence at such young age. I wondered about Steve Jobs the husband, father, friend. It is a different kind of mourning for those close to him and than for those of us who never met the man. But mourn we will.Like the thousands, perhaps millions, around the w…

Answering the Island's Call

My friend, Jan Pogue, who is the Editor and Publisher of Vineyard Stories in Martha's Vineyard invited me to write a guest blog for her website this week. She has published some wonderful books about  Martha's Vineyard and the people who live here. Miles away from the island while I wrote, it was a sweet remembrance of what this beautiful piece of geography has meant to me over the …

Goodness Grows

I sat alone at my dining table after a taxing two and a half day drive to the Vineyard. It was an exquisite May evening, the last rays illuminating the newly occupied osprey nest and the tops of pine trees and oaks. The front door was thrown open to welcome the crisp air as it swept away the cobwebs of a long winter away. I regarded the salad, my first harvested from my very own garden. I …

Our Own Private Bin Laden

"Ding dong! The witch is dead."  Americans and our allies flock to the streets to dance and sing, weep and drink in celebration of the death of Osama bin Laden. For nearly ten years we have spent untold resources to pursue and achieve his end. Thousands have died, both innocent civilians and our own young fighting men and women, many of whom were inspired by the events of 9/11 to joi…

Ode to Chocolate

I was reading a food reference book just the other day to see if I could find any proof that chocolate is an aphrodisiac. Next to me sat a bag of chocolate chips from which I was popping an occasional single chip for inspiration. I came across this line about chocolate that said, "The Aztec ruler, Montezuma, so believed that chocolate was an aphrodisiac, that he purportedly drank 50 golden…