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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...
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...
Homage to Mary
I walked up the backyard yesterday after a walk with a friend in the soft rain. I was already thinking of the next thing I had to do when I walked over the bridge over the gully kwai (not its real name) and had enough sense to pause and see the blooms where they were...
Artist, Alpaca, Chickens
I have a job where I walk through Richmond neighborhoods during the day and show off almost anything to unsuspecting folks. Friday I'll be wandering The Fan in search of good food--not exactly a difficult task. Saturday I head to North Side to show off the eats...
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...
RVA Ink: Imprint & Impact
I can't tell you all the quirky offerings that will be on this Friday, March 15th's tour, RVA Ink: Imprint & Impact, that we'll debut in Richmond's Downtown Arts District 12:30-3:30 p.m., but I'm perfectly fine with dropping a few tidbits to entice you. It's all...
Valets Wanted
So here we are on a Sunday evening with no new Downton Abbey episode to look forward to. Life is harder than it looks--especially without all those servants and such. I suggest you don't look at all. When one does, it's not pretty. It has come to my attention,...
Hearty
Happy Valentine's Day to all and to all some dark chocolate! I am not a traditionalist, so there will be no red roses today.
Piles of Files
It is unnerving to see how much paper has accumulated in the filing cabinets in this house. Note that I didn't say I had accumulated the paper but the paper has accumulated. Paper makes me passive. Or feel passive. Or passive-aggressive. Sure don't want to take...
Pie Piety
I wish I could show you what I'd like to show you on this auspicious occasion, but I can't. Can't even tell you why I can't. It's that crucial to the future of pie in Richmond. I will say that unless it's a graham cracker crumb crust or the like, I don't see the point...
Time Ought to Tick
Now that I'm in the boring healing stage of various and sundry health issues, wherein it appears that my 51 year-old self was body-snatched by my 87 year-old self, I get asked how I'm feeling. Lately I've been saying 75%, but that just makes me feel worse. I'd...
Booking it
For about 10 years I've kept a list of what books I read each year. It would be handier if I actually remembered to write down every book I did in fact read, but it's a better source than me answering the question, "What have you been reading lately?" I've bolded my...
Just Ducky
Would that I had my ducks in a row on this first day of 2013. Came upon something I wrote in early Jan. 2002 bemoaning the lack of organization in these parts and our manic undertakings to improve this that and the other. Ducks have two advantages that we don't--no...
The Importance of Being Ice Cream
I recently re-read Stuart Little, having forgotten most of it. When Stuart becomes a substitute teacher for a couple hours--the only way to do that job--he asks his class, "'How many of you know what's important?'" One student had the answer--or almost all of it: "'A...
Older Butt Wider
Is my favorite birthday joke and so appropriate this year on so many levels. It was an all-stool birthday this year. First I practiced the local love that I preach on our food tours and post-tour one pre-birthday Saturday went to one of my favorite stores, La...
Mine Eyes have Seen Lincoln
and here is some of what I thought of it from an online piece for Richmond Magazine: Lincoln Premieres in RVA I'll tell you more if you come on our Lincoln Legs: Brunch & Brushes with History tour tomorrow, Nov. 11th at 12:30 and we'll brunch at LuLu's in between...
Shelter from the Storm
Rock, Paper, Scissors has never been my favorite game. I think right about now, with Sandy en route, I'd prefer the choice of Stone, Plywood, Drill Driver.
Food Prep
It certainly is a mistake for a food tour person to schedule a routine colonoscopy during Restaurant Week. What a waste, so to speak. I will be focused on food prior to and immediately after the event, but not necessarily in ways that lend themselves to blogging. I do...
Gran Foodo?
Maybe it was the Luna Bar breakfast or the realization that for the next 8 hours all I would eat was trail mix, gummy bears and Famous Amos cookies and a banana, but I had food on the brain while my butt was on a bike as I was riding the 102 mile inaugural Tour of...