white widow

As she raced down the empty track, Ellen couldn’t help grinning gleefully to herself. She’d actually done it…

pease porridge and other factoids

England is old and small, and the local folks started running out of places to bury people….

cookie monster

In my world, cookies are like potato chips: you simply cannot stop at one.

of ostriches and boobies

I’ve  been away from The Crone’s Nest for several weeks now without a word of why or wherefore, and I … More

slightly premature website launch

Welcome! The Crone now has a new Crone’s Nest, and I like this because it has some nifty new eggs in it.

struck by something punny

When confronting a Grammar Nazi, I always say softly, “There, Their, They’re”

quacking me up: pun fun

I can’t remember them worth beans, and I couldn’t make one up to save my life–but boy, do I love ’em! I’m … More

the perfect shot

  Yesterday as I was browsing on Facebook, I came across a set of tips, with pictures, for posing in … More

the slow demise of Earth Mother

  A few days ago I delved once more into my box of oldies and discovered this piece, written when … More

meditation….plus

Warning:  This post is Rated “P.”  If you are sensitive to Potty Humour, please do not read!  <g>] Here’s a … More

good enough

To my horror, I’ve just read that people can spend years and years working on a single literary oeuvre. Years, already. … More

Telephone chronicles

This week I was reflecting back on our long-ago days of active parenting.   It’s amazing, really, how quickly  we forget … More

Under the weather

“Under the weather.”   An odd phrase, that, but ever so much nicer than saying “I feel like crap.”  It’s  not a … More

Thin air

We streak along this narrow asphalt ribbon into the stratosphere, zig-zagging through switchbacks, slipping around hairpin curves designed by mountain goats … More

Self-Portrait

This body seems sometimes a cramped apartment owned by an absentee landlord in which I live uneasy, a renter soon … More

Those heart-breaking, head-aching, middle-of-the-nighttime blues

Oh, groan. I got absolutely no sleep last night. I’m going to be a zombie by noon. I was bug-eyed … More

Back on the radar

Since May 9, it’s been.  I’m back in the world after over four months spent living the life of a … More

Preview: what I did on my summer holidays…

I keep having this feeling that I’d better get some major house-cleaning done. I’ve had feelings like this plenty of … More

The care and feeding of adolescents

As you know by now, every  now and again I dip into my old “Memory Lane” files, and this time … More

Queen of delusion

  I’ve just lately realized that, in spite of such extensive mental preparation as mentioning it–jokingly, to be sure–at every … More

The long dance

Another oldie:   Here is the latest update on things at The Zoo.  The kids are chafing at the bit … More

When is enough, enough?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.” Yes, I know; my blog looks different. And yes, … More

The new look

This morning I decided to freshen my blog by turning out a new look for 2015. Nothing outlandish, you understand, just … More

Curse of the Kitchen Gods

Tomorrow night will be my first Christmas Eve Feast as the retired hostess of this annual family event, a role that I’ve … More

How to grow tomatoes

Lately I’ve been poking around in my “memory lane” files, and I came across this little post that’s so old … More