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Laojia: A Place to Call Home

The autumn clematis smelled like vanilla and twined across the bare wood table. I’d clipped the white-flowered vines when I was picking the last of the tomatoes. They were perfect in the center of the table. Now the napkins - where were the green napkins? I had taken the train up from New York that

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Women’s Varied Paths to Power [TEST]

Extract from Women & Leadership: A common English-language expression is that “behind every great man there’s a woman.” These women have been largely invisible, praised for their self-effacement and their tolerance of the sometimes less-than-admirable behavior of their great men. The British writer Edna Healey (1918–2010), herself the wife of a well-known politician, Dennis Healey, wrote

Early, early springtime in Manhattan: a walk in Battery Park

I feel guilty when I take my phone out on a walk, and tell myself that "it's really just a camera." Taking photos like this one, taken yesterday along the Hudson at Battery Park, isn't something I'll give up. But as I walk I hear conversations, or halves of conversations, and find myself sad to

Whole-fruit marmalade

We often order a box of grapefruit at Christmas. I had opened the last jar of homemade marmalade in early December and it is also the season in Florida for Seville oranges, the ugly, bitter fruit that produces a delicious preserve. I’ve discovered that it improves with aging. That last jar I was finishing was

Recharge!

I no longer feel guilty, or quite so guilty, about the electronic bits and pieces I need to do my job. I read about these batteries at a favorite review site, TheSweetHome.com, and bought them even though the review was a little out of date. I can charge AA and AAA batteries in this charger.

The 1st of July: Rain. Rain. Rain and thunder.

There's nothing like getting to a safe haven before the storm begins. It's even better when thunder is echoing through the hills, lightning is flashing, and there's a fresh pot of tea. My safe haven is a writing studio in the garden.