Holy Faux Pas Through thick pea soup fog we rode to the little stone 1914 Episcopal church for Christmas service. Walker and I are not big church goers and I'm new to "Catholic lite." I clearly needed a cheat sheet to navigate these dangerous waters of coordinated religion. Just a bulleted list of differences and I needed practice to coordinate various reference materials. Some instances … [Read more...]

Tonight Patrick and Walker devised the menu and our wine choices were between Cabernet and Pinto (which is either horse meat or some obscure galloping wine branded in the Midwest. ) We were unclear as to our choices. We later learned that pinto was meant as Pinot. Lobster tail was on the menu. Patrick: is it a fish or a crab? Me: it's a crustacean. Patrick: it is pretty … [Read more...]

We are up in ol' Virginie for the Christmas reunion. Tonight we dined as a big family at Vito's Italian restaurant.  Then we returned home to my parents' circa 1886 federal home, with the addition of little cousins Patrick and Andrew, joining Walker.  The adults gathered in the bedroom to say prayers for the kids before they tucked it in for the night and it went like this: Dad led things off … [Read more...]

We were late to the beach. Everyone else was down there. But I wasn’t ready yet and I hate to be rushed. Especially on vacation, because that would be wrong. So, Walker and I had a quest to find the family because they were down there tossing the Nerf and strolling the surf. I was new to Kiawah Island and didn’t know how to get to the beach from the house. So we crossed the paved road and … [Read more...]

(Walker is my nine-going-on-forty year old muse. She keeps me firmly upward, skimming the top of life's floatsam....) Walker. We ARE are taking the convertible for the trip? Me. Yes. Party! Woo hoo! Walker: So...if it's warm we can put down the top? Me: Yeah! Walker: But...that's not going to happen is it? Me. (Kinda dejected) No. Probably not. ***** Walker says that if I was a … [Read more...]