The salty oat cookie. The cookie that launched a thousand DC recipe blogs. The cookie that evades duplication, that creates wonder in unbelievers, the once and future cookie. I can’t remember when I first heard tell of the salty oat cookie, but the legend has stayed with me. And this is what I belive to…

There is a disturbing lack of intensity in my everyday interactions. Nothing seems to matter too much, nothing warrants raised voices, nothing is too too important. Maybe I’m interacting with people who came from houses where inside voices were a real thing, not the false social more they truly are. Yeah, what we need is…

It seems like we’re always going somewhere. As in, “Oh what a cool building, but dang, I’m late for little Sally’s ballet recital. I’ll come back though.” Then you’re eighty-two years old and look back on a lifetime of missed opportunities like a bad Twilight Zone episode. But wait, there’s hope. It doesn’t have to…

The Shakespeare Theater puts on fantastic productions. Every single show I’ve seen there has been a wonderful experience. And what makes them even better is knowing I’m paying $10 for rush tickets (buying them Tuesday morning at the box office) when the other schmucks in the audience have paid upwards of $60. So I was…

I have always been a fan of the events put on by the Sixth & I Synagogue here in DC. I’ve just never made it to one of there events. Until last night. They had arranged to show Caddyshack (don’t knock it) at the Capitol Skyline Hotel’s outdoor pool at sunset. I got there before…

So I had it all worked out. I even had it written down on my calendar for weeks. I was going to a book signing at Politics and Prose to see this joker, Peter Mayle. I have to say, I really enjoy reading Peter Mayle. Especially in the summer. A Year in Provence made me…

What is it about working in an office that inevitably (and usually pretty quickly) makes even the most creative and vibrant of us into Dilbertesque clock-watchers? Is it that “the man” really is beating us down? Is it that everyone else has already succumbed, so why shouldn’t we? Or do we try not to recognize…

I love the rain. Maybe I’m enough of an adult now to know that rain now equals green grass and cooler temperatures later. Or maybe I like the way the thunder reminds me of being frightened as a child and that I’m not scared now (score!). I also enjoy the fact that, no matter what…

Have you ever noticed that what annoys or irks you about someone else is something that (ack! deep down) is one of your own precious personality quirks? Egad, what could that mean? Is it that opposites attract? We are looking for someone else to balance us out, create some kind of equilbriulm? Perhaps. My Spanish…