THE GUILT GAME

About once a day, I make a parenting mistake that makes me cringe, wondering how my children will ever survive a mother so fraught with foibles. Today, I landed squarely in the Mommy Hall of Shame. Not only did I forget that I was chaperoning my daughters class trip –something she mentioned and I swiftly […]

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CURRIED BUTTERNUT SQUASH LENTIL CAULIFLOWER SOUP –TAKING IT SLOW

I love the idea of coming home to a ready-made dinner. So when I received a slow cooker from for Christmas last year, I was delighted with the prospects. For a month or two, I tried to slow cook everything – perhaps even cold cereal and turkey sandwiches. Sadly, I only hit upon a handful […]

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A BITTERSWEET HISTORY OF CURLY HAIR

In addition to a box full of recipes, Mom also bestowed upon me a crown of curls. Yes, I have been blessed (and cursed) with hair that has a mind of its own. As a teenager in the early 1960s, Mom wanted nothing to do with those curls. She coveted the silky coifs of Gidget […]

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EMBRACING THE JEANNEyrl POOL: A Bittersweet History of Cu

In addition to a box full of recipes, Mom also bestowed upon me a crown of curls. Yes, I have been blessed (and cursed) with hair that has a mind of its own. As a teenager in the early 1960s, Mom wanted nothing to do with those curls. She coveted the silky coifs of Gidget […]

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BRINGING THE SEA TO MOHAMMED

My kids are not big seafood fans. Not that I can blame them. Fish revolted me until I reached my teens. In fact, I have yet to forgive my mother for telling me fried clams were French Fries. The rubbery texture haunts me to this day. I have opted for a slightly less boorish approach. […]

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IT’S JUST STUFF

For many years, my closet held a dirty little secret. Behind my boots, wedged between the wall and some outmoded purses, lay two beautiful Chinese scrolls that belonged to my parents. They once hung elegantly in our dining room, whispering of orange blossoms in foreign tongues. But in my home, they sat collecting dust. I […]

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IT’S JUST STUFF

For many years, my closet held a dirty little secret. Behind my boots, wedged between the wall and some outmoded purses, lay two beautiful Chinese scrolls that belonged to my parents. They once hung elegantly in our dining room, whispering of orange blossoms in foreign tongues. But in my home, they sat collecting dust. I […]

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MAKING THE DAMNED BRUSSELS SPROUTS

It’s 8:15am on Christmas Eve morning, and I am making the damned Brussels sprouts. This was my mother’s Christmas dinner assignment, her lot in life. No sooner had we unwrapped the presents, polished off breakfast, and poured a second cup of coffee, Mom would abruptly stand up to announce: “It’s time to make the damned […]

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