A plan for the next 52 weeks

This is me and my guy tonight. For my 50th birthday dinner he took me out to Bis on Main, a restaurant in old Bellevue restaurant that seemed to be filled with old Bellevue type-residents (refined, of money, conservative), but with a distinctly forward looking idea about food — my salad included pickled rhubarb that…

Excuses Excuses

Like many people who have a blog, I started off with the intention of writing regularly. Like many bloggers, life and intentions collide and I have found myself, at times, slacking off. Happily, there is the annual Freelance Success/Word Count Blogathon to get me back on track. Usually, though, I don’t go seven months without…