Provocation & Privacy: The Case for Books as Gifts

I have always given books as gifts to friends of mine who devour literature in the same way that I do.  But it was not until genuine adulthood that I realized how special the act of giving a book is – how it functions in ways and situations that other gifts fall short on. And … Continue reading

A Day in the Life of Lily-Beth

5:40am: Alarm goes off. Dogs go crazy. Hit snooze, barricade self with pillows against dogs. 5:50am: Alarm goes off again. Dogs continue to go crazy. Hit snooze, re-enforce barricade, and keep one eye open. 6:00am: Alarm goes off. Execute “tuck and roll” military manuever and spring out of bed and into shower, before dogs know … Continue reading

Have Spouse, Will Travel

Table of Contents An Introduction: Meet-Cute (Lily-Beth ♥ Jack) Anecdote #2: Around the US in 90 Days (A Little More about Lily-Beth’s Husband) Anecdote #3: Lily-Beth and Jack Learn to Travel Together Anecdote #4: Lily-Beth’s Best Friend, Rose, is Not So Lucky (Enter, Stage Right: Mr. First-Class A. Dick, Esq.) Only As Good As Your Luggage: … Continue reading

Martha Stewart can bite me

Jackie O’ generally distrusted Martha Stewart because she didn’t believe hospitality should be product-driven. I’m starting to think there’s something to that. Martha, I love your Homekeeping Handbook. I’ll even link to it – see? Without you, I would never have known how to fold a fitted sheet, or remove stains from my hardwood floors. … Continue reading

Truly Fine Series: Queen Rania

There is something arresting about a woman so graceful speaking with such candidness on YouTube (to say nothing of press conferences, college lectures, etc). Queen Rania of Jordan is truly something. Lest you be confused by the inheritance system at work here, here’s the skinny:

In like a lion, so fierce, and out like a lamb, so dear

I made a joke a couple of weeks ago about playing “Dixie” at the wedding, and it made an auditory ‘thud’ in the room, followed by silence, and I’ve been entirely shamed into not bringing it up again. But you know what? As Spring approaches, I wish I was in the Land of Cotton.

A Room of One’s Own

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; it is necessary to have five hundred a year and a room with a lock on the door if you are to write fiction or poetry…That five hundred a year stands for the power to contemplate, that lock … Continue reading


So I read the following passage today at a friend-of-a-friend’s blog: Sometimes I am so excited to marry him that I can barely contain it. Every day it seems my love for him grows – as I learn more about him; as I learn more about myself. Sometimes I wonder who I was outside the … Continue reading