Monthly Archives: June 2006

When I was at the cookout with the mortgage lenders and former sumo wrestler, I was offered a cherry. Innocent that I am, I ate one, and it turned out the clear liquid in the jar that the cherries had … Continue reading →

Sunday a bunch of friends went out to celebrate Pat’s birthday and Marshall’s birthday, with Bellinis and brunch at Bischero’s. Now, Pat and Marshall are the classiest guys around, and when they attend parties, they bring unique and thoughtful and … Continue reading →

No, I’m not naked in my MySpace picture. Although it does kinda look that way: I’m actually wearing the strapless green dress I’ve been talking about for eons, but it’s been cropped out. I guess I need to don a … Continue reading →

The best part about this knitting pattern for a squid hat for a baby is the story that goes with it.

My youngster friends convinced me I have to have a MySpace account, so I signed up, and I am having so much trouble figuring it out, despite Alison’s patient lessons: “This is how you post a bulletin,” “You can include … Continue reading →

Tonight Anne Marie went with me to see Grogus play on the lawn at Ashford Manor. It was such a gorgeous night, and we had a picnic. I had chilled tomato and avocado soup, that blackberry spinach salad leftover from … Continue reading →

Per Hannah’s suggestion, I made a salad with blackberries and vinaigrette last night, and it was yum! The flowers are nasturtiums, edible and pretty. I added a little crumbled goat cheese too. I also made a blackberry pie that turned … Continue reading →

The gals and I hit the town last night, starting with the billiards place on Mitchell Bridge Road. It was charmingly divey, a little unnerving at times, but Jenny’s old/new friend kindly looked out for us, diplomatically dissuading deluded gents–in … Continue reading →

Particularly friends who you call after having two giganto margaritas at Taco Stand downtown and they convince you not to drunk-dial a boy and thank god you listen. Also, thank you to Hannah for Monday night supper, a delight–the best … Continue reading →

Emily Dickinson said you know you’ve read a great poem when it makes you feel as though the top of your head has been blown off. But for me, when reading great Southern writers, it feels more like being sucker-punched … Continue reading →