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Delaware on My Mind

Delaware on My Mind

Delaware is the First State, which you know if you've driven I-95 in those parts, but it might be one of the last states you think to visit though its image has been burnished by the Bidens of late. This old travel piece from 2007 has some delightful Delaware (and...

Merry Most Things?

Merry Most Things?

I used to do a December holiday gift guide back when I was doing Real Richmond Food Tours, focused on Richmond, not surprisingly. Now that I'm a free agent, I still want to plug local, well-loved businesses, and now that my daughter's Richmond, VA-based business,...

Oaths

Oaths

The firefighter oath my son swore several years ago said all sorts of things I expected it to say and several I didn't. Didn't expect them to uphold the constitution of the U.S. but glad they won't turn fire hoses on us. Did not expect that they are promising to...

Culinary Cred

Culinary Cred

I'm not sure if I will rate more or less of that once this gets posted. In my refrigerator when I first wrote this were way too many house made Sour Watermelon  Gummy Bears. I had very little to do with the making of them and even less to do with the eating of...

Got my Number

Got my Number

One of the perks of having one's mother move in with one is to have it confirmed--by the movers at least--that though my birth order makes me the third, in fact, I'm #1. Swear on my mother's storage unit that this is what came out of the well-wrapped box among many...

Not Her

Not Her

Having been an operating system for the benefit of others for many years now,  it took me less time than it takes Siri to botch my latest phone call to need a system reset after watching a preview of Her, the new Joaquin Phoenix/Spike Jonze movie about the...

Rico, We Hardly Knew Ye

Rico, We Hardly Knew Ye

I'm a mild-mannered sort. Until I'm not. Last month while on vacation, I sat on a porch and shamelessly ogled a shirtless guy who ran by the house every day--up and back. Not so surprising in a beach town with lovely weather (the running, that is) but what was odd was...

30 years post-glad

30 years post-glad

Somewhere in the run-up to my 30th college reunion--which I did not attend--I received a survey to fill out from the alumni office. They've never lost me in all these 30 years, but they must keep hoping they have the wrong Maureen Egan (there were two of us in our...

Drunk Yoga

should be the next big thing. I'm a fan. Especially  drunk yoga on the beach. Tipsy yoga just doesn't sound right. Hammered yoga--no. But drunk yoga brings the hard sounds and the soft ones together on the beach. Not too drunk. No queasy feeling. Just loose. No...

Not Her

What Jesus Didn’t Say

Woke up the other morning fuzzy and a little confused about where I was since I'd been out of town a couple of nights before. But clearly through the haze two words came to me: church chocolate. In that order. Related. Unexpected yet it all made sense. Not chocolate...

Love it?

Love it?

When I heard that Hillary Clinton found comfort in watching a particular HGTV show real estate reality show, I don't think I'd seen the show in question for more than a minute, so I didn't quite get how it could be comforting. Now that my husband and I have recently...

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