Category Archives: Family

Of course I can hear you

“We’re visiting from Arizona.”

“Our town is about an hour outside of Tucson.”

“We took the ferry to the Statute of Liberty, and now we have to meet our daughter up at 96th and Broadway, so we’re taking the train up there.  Hopefully we are on the right train — is this the right train?”

“We’ve found our way around the city pretty well so far…at least, I think we have.”

None of these comments are that remarkable…typical tourist conversation on the subway.

What is remarkable was this lady’s projection. I was all the way at the other end of the subway car, and it was like she was standing right in front of me.

The person she was talking to? Never caught a syllable.

One thing’s for sure — she will ever get lost in the city. Her family will be able to hear her coming and going.

Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.


When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Not so quiet

My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.


I was walking in kneedeep water, so I  didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.

It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.

And so did I.

For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor  (although painkillers will be tempting).

Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.

And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.

Beach and quiet

Things have been quiet around The Egg the past couple of days. That’s because of the view.


We’re on vacation this week, so forgive me if my posts are a bit more sporadic.


We may lose track of time now and then…

Carbonated cake?

I’m not much of a cake eater, but this ‘recipe’ has put me in the baking mood.

I found it on the Interwebs. Rumor has it if you have a favorite boxed cake mix on hand, all you need is a can of soda — instead of the usual eggs, water, oil, etc. — to make a perfectly yummy dessert.

Here are the suggested combinations:


Game on.

Florida clan — this is on my list of ‘suggested dishes’ for our beach trip later this month. We gotta try it!

Words matter

Everyone should have an opportunity to read the closing paragraph of the Supreme Court ruling–authored by Justice Anthony Kennedy–that has changed our country for the better.


Simply beautiful.

#SCOTUS #MarriageEquality

Ringside seats

I’ve never gotten involved in the online debate about whether or not to vaccinate children. Since I don’t have kids, I figured I would stay out of that fight (although I vaccinate my dog, so we can probably guess where I might land).

I have to wonder, though, if this TV commercial is making the back-and-forth even more heated…

Not only vaccinate your kids but re-vaccinate in their teens? The anti-vax crowd must be foaming at the mouth. But the ad’s emotional argument is effective.

Once again — staying out of it.