I would have wished my husband a Happy Father’s Day this morning, but I couldn’t find him. Rick always – and I mean, always – wakes up before I do, so having to hunt him down is not something with which I am unfamiliar. I looked in the kitchen, where he normally empties the dishwasher, but he…
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I think of many things on Father’s Day. I think of omelets because my dad was great at making them. If my mother ever asked him to, say, bake a potato, I’m sure he would have panicked. But he made beautiful omelets. Fluffy and perfect with whatever you could dream of to go inside, providing…
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I recently made the point in this space that among my many talents, commemorating special occasions with thoughtful prose on greeting cards is not one of them. Ironic, I know, especially because as a child, I thought that working for Hallmark would be a wonderful way to make a living since my mother always cried…
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