The True GentlemanThe True Gentleman is the man whose conduct proceeds from good will and an acute sense of propriety, and whose self-control is equal to all emergencies; who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity, or any man of his inferiority or deformity; who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another; who does not flatter wealth, cringe before power, or boast of his own possessions or achievements; who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity and sympathy; whose deed follows his word; who thinks of the rights and feelings of others, rather than his own; and who appears well in any company, a man with whom honor is sacred and virtue safe.
John Walter Wayland
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The True Gentleman
He is adored by everyone who knows him, and described as "sweet," "charming," "devoted," "faithful," and "love in action." But what people say to me most often is, "Your grandfather is a true gentleman." It reminds me of a verse I first heard a few years back, a description which suits him to a tee:
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Learning My Lines
Certainly, I've had my issues with getting older. Gravity, for one, is not my friend. In the last couple of years, I've spent a lot of time and energy fighting the inevitable, inexorable, downward trend. *sigh*A dozen years ago, an older friend of mine complained to me that the creases which appeared on her face while she was sleeping now seemed to stick around for quite awhile after she'd gotten out of bed. I didn't have a lot of pity for her at the time. I should have, but how was I to know?
To no avail, I waged an all-out war against that little Grand Canyon between my eyebrows, the one that careens off towards my left eye. The one I probably got from squinting for all those years while I refused to admit I needed the glasses. All the time, not just for reading. Well, now I'm making peace.
It's time I learned to love my lines. Time to treat them, not like scourges on the landscape, but as badges of honor: something earned. No matter how that landscape evolves, the smile, I hope, will always shine through...
Monday, August 15, 2011
Remember Me?
Mundanity has a way of killing creativity, either in one fell swoop or by degrees. Perhaps that's what compels constant travelers to get out the door, just go, before their souls are swallowed up in a sea of grey. As I survey the everyday scene surrounding me -- dishes, dirty laundry, dog toys -- I try mightily to hold on to that glimmer I felt over the weekend.At the Travel & Food Writing & Photography Conference I just attended, I basked in the glow of some of the brightest minds in the industry. If you were to ask me why I was there, I'd probably give you the standard-form answer: to further my career as a professional writer and get those creative juices flowing more freely. Obviously, I didn't know what to expect.
Somewhere amidst that crowd of brilliant authors, erudite editors, market-savvy bloggers and fine-eyed photographers, I ran into someone I hadn't seen in awhile and might not even have recognized: Me. "Hey, wow, how are you?" I asked. "Good, good; where have you been?" said Me, "We should get together sometime. You can bring your ukulele." Now, there's an idea.
It wasn't a revelation or a transformational moment. Really, it's just a matter of recognizing and remembering that somewhere in the juggling act, in the barrenness of a busy life, you still have to be true to self. It's good to keep company with like minds. And it's great to parlay your passions into your life's path. "Do what you love and the rest will follow." Who's to argue with that? Not me...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Spoiled Rotten
Deb can always be relied upon to spoil me rotten for my birthday, an event we could just as soon skip, thank you very much. I got a rare evening out though, and she treated me to a lovely dinner at the new L'Appart in San Anselmo. I ate so much, I should have walked home...
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Snuggle Bug

Jack's not really feeling up to snuff today, with a runny nose and all... Sometimes the best remedy for what ails you is a good cuddle with Mama.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Down and Dirty
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Green. Jeans.
Somehow we all ended up in green t-shirts and jeans today.
Didn't plan it that way, but the kids thought it was the funniest thing...
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Backlogging the Blog...
It's disconcerting how easily one can be distracted, how quickly time falls away. The last couple of months evaporated in a mist of cooking and writing and metalsmithing and cogitating and fundraising and spreading myself too thin. That's the problem with loving life too much: there are never enough hours in the day to conquer all those worlds out there...My excuse for not blogging is that I haven't been able to get my camera to talk to my computer, but I'm determined to correct that today. Also, I've finally succumbed to the immediacy of Facebook: I can post photos to Facebook directly from my phone, and there's a sense of community there, an ongoing conversation; it's interactive. It's also fleeting. A blog seems more one-sided, but it still has its place: in print form it becomes a lasting legacy of how we've lived in the day-to-day.
The problem rests in finding that ever-elusive balance; I've prattled on about that before. There's so much I want to do. How can I be good at all of it? As Abraham Lincoln reminded us: "In the end it not the years in your life that count; it's the life in your years." It's a roundabout apology, but I'm back, and I'm determined to fit it all in. And fill it all in. I wouldn't want to miss a thing...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Could You, Would You?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Self, Published
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Say It Isn't So
We already miss you so!
It was so nice to have your feet
under our table, Grandfather...
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Going Green
I spent a long time sitting on the floor, contemplating the color choices I made when I was three. It's true, green is one of my favorite colors, but not generally a skin tone I admire. Maybe I'd just seen the Wizard of Oz and was feeling empathy for the Wicked Witch of the West (or maybe it was a portent of my future personality); who knows? Probably, there wasn't a large color selection and I lacked the imagination to mix my own.
Stranger than my funny painting, though, is the fact that my Grandmother decided to send it my mother, and my mother kept it all those years. I miss them both, and that makes me more blue than green.
Friday, July 18, 2008
La Famille
I know, as the French say, that it's not always a good idea to "look backwards," but there are certain aspects of my life in France that I really miss: the slow unrolling of hours in the countryside, the reverence for even the simplest meal, and mainly, mostly, the people there that I love so much. I choke back a few tears when I leave, but I am so, so glad that I came to visit...

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