Tag Archives: life

Vegetarian Killed By Meat Truck

Posted on April 7, 2023 by Phyllis Alberici

There isn’t a journalist who doesn’t have an archive of their personal best. These might not be the ones the public thinks are inspiring or thrilling or topical, but they’re the ones the writer remembers. Take this headline… Not every … Continue reading →

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Let’s all quit at the same time

Posted on February 9, 2022 by Phyllis Alberici

If you’re an advocate of one job until you croak, you probably shouldn’t read this. I’ve noticed over the years that keeping that job you love to hate is not the ego buster it used to be. Here’s a shocker: … Continue reading →

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The Sunday Dinner Incident

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Phyllis Alberici

Mom and Grandma didn’t see eye to eye: pasta wars edition
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The politics of yarn

Posted on March 21, 2017 by Phyllis Alberici

There are few things more convivial than a group of folks showing off their latest projects and talking yarn. Whether it’s knitting, crochet, spinning or weaving, yarn is the thread that binds those of us who love the fiber arts. … Continue reading →

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Welcome to Dogland

Posted on January 20, 2017 by Phyllis Alberici

In 2010, I wrote a post welcoming a wonderful, most majestic and decidedly imperious member to my family. This is a different kind of post… There’s been a lot of talk about moving to another country since this past November. … Continue reading →

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A week of Sundays

Posted on June 24, 2012 by Phyllis Alberici

My grandmother, a rather short ornery woman from a town that’s long been underwater in central Vermont, used to remind us that her “get up and go got up and went” whenever a spate of hard work needed to get … Continue reading →

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