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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...

What Jesus Didn’t Say

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...

Valets Wanted

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,...

Piles of Files

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

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

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

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

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...

Older Butt Wider

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...

Food Prep

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...

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