I rather miss the summers when I was home with my kids. I would let them stay up as long as they wanted to at night, as long as they were reading a book.
Singles dance — at first it went well, I danced with several benign gentlemen, a couple of nice ones, and one I would have liked to get to know better. And then, it happened. Thankfully, I don’t recall his name, so I’ll just refer to him as Mr. F from here on out.
Because the topic came up again at work when we were looking at floor plan pages.
“Let me just powder my nose.” It’s a phrase we’ve all heard from time-to-time, and everyone knows that no powdering is actually going on, but we still use it. Why?
Recently, I came across an apartment website that boasted “powder baths” among its amenities. Not having heard this term before, which by-the-way I think is a ridiculous term, I decided to do some research and see what I could find out about it. My conclusion is that it is an awkward conflation of powder room and bathroom. Apparently powder room or half bath was insufficient to describe what this apartment community offers its residents. Then I found myself looking into the history of powder rooms, and of course, I have to share what I found out.
The Powder Room — A Brief History
Initially, the powder room was the place in an eighteenth-century home where one went to refresh the…
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I have to admit I was more interested in the cute boys sitting behind my friend and I than I was in watching the movie or keeping an eye on my brothers. But, the movie was good enough I went to see it a second time.
Today, I thought it would be fitting to come full circle with these poems about my recent trip to Europe to conclude with a poem that includes my first trip to Europe with Kelly.
What an adventrue life can be, whether you're close to home or far away. I'm grateful to be me!
Visiting Windsor was definitely one of the highlights of my trip. I loved that I added my footsteps to centuries of others upon the pavement there.
Our travels lended themselves to all kinds of adventures, and these terse verse couplets were perfect for catching some of them in memory.
Happening upon the city library in Paris was a welcome delight. I was so excited that I recognized what the sign said. Libraries in any language are my friends.
It is an incredible gift to travel outside of my home country and learn about new cultures, people, and places — and realize anew the humanity we share.