Sweet B, going on four, told me yesterday by iChat that she likes goat cheese. “Oh, that’s so yucky!” I shouted. “No, M,” she hollered back gleefully, “you’re wrong!” So my grandchild is an argumentative goat-cheese lover. What did I … Continue reading


A birthday and an anniversary yesterday. We’re promiscuous bubble-quaffers, and any vaguely celebration-worthy event soon finds us tickling our noses. So there’s almost always an inexpensive bottle in the fridge waiting for an excuse to have its cork popped. Usually, … Continue reading