I’m working on something that’s not quite up to my typical blogging standards (Read: lazy and haven’t finished it yet), so here’s a quickie. Consider it a footnote to last week’s weather post. There’s a row of maple trees that line the street between the convent where I work and the hospital where I don’t… Read More Weather Post, Part 2
I was thinking about Beauty the other day — that’s Beauty with a capital B — when that Byron piece popped into my head: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes… Read More Thoughts on Beauty, Pigeons, and Persian Cats
When I was young, my mother had a standing appointment every Saturday with Linda the Hairdresser. I’d sit in one of the chairs, waiting, listening to the women chatter and complain about men. You know. The usual stuff. Occasionally Linda the Manicurist (everyone was named Linda back then) would do my nails. I think she… Read More Beauty Salons Make Me Nervous. Here’s Why.
Feeding on Folly 