I’m not the most silver-tongued conversationalist around, even when it comes to such banal topics as the weather or what I’m doing this summer. So talking about things that matter to me, that elicit even the smallest emotional charge, can tie my tongue in knots. Usually I just opt for silence to save myself any embarrassment and don’t give it much more thought. But when someone asks about some aspect…
Beating out such gloriously romantic and famed cities as Paris and Vienna, Florence and Rome, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico was recently named the number one city in the world by the supreme travel guide Conde Nast. San Miguel deserves the acclaim with its unspoiled colonial architecture, cobblestone streets, sequestered courtyards dripping with fountains and flowers, friendly atmosphere, lovely weather and its many, many restaurants. My husband and I began…
“This is my rutabaga…It’s very special to me…” this pronouncement from 7 year-old Joe, one of my 2nd grade boys, made in the usual trailing interrogatory prosody of “sharing time,” our version of show-and-tell. The typical array of items carried carefully into school by the hands of doting parents or shoved in the bottom of backpacks ranges from trophies and vacation pictures and art projects to more exotic artifacts like…