Tag Archives: Gretel

How do you get to Love?

I was driving out of D.C. on New York Avenue and Gretel was beside me in the passenger seat, staring wistfully out the window. “How do you get to Love?” she asked ” How do you get to Love?” I … Continue reading

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Murder at Midnight–The Bedroom Habits of the Blarney Crone

“People are murdered all night long in your room” said Gretel disapprovingly, and I’m afraid she is right. As befits a woman of a certain age, I have developed an affection for Discovery ID (in truth, the only Discovery channel … Continue reading

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Iphone, Iphone, take my call: who’s the fairest of them all?

I write from 30, 000 feet, thanks to the wifi service available on my American Airlines flight to San Diego via Dallas Fort Worth. The floating on air feeling is welcome, because the week since my vacation ended has been rather … Continue reading

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Clean ears, dirty habits and the course of true love

When Gretel was a little girl, she found ice-skating most relaxing. Her teacher used to ask Gretel to imagine herself twirling round and round at the sculpture garden rink on the National Mall when she felt herself losing her temper. Gretel … Continue reading

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On Oscar, Alice and Black-Eyed Susans: A letter to Doris Brazil

Blabs, I am so pleased that the moisturiser reached you. I do so share your frustration with itchy spots. The older I get the more cracks in inaccessible places I seem to acquire. Anybody who knows me will tell you … Continue reading

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Other People’s People: Who’s been sleeping in my bed?

The Crone has always wanted to be one of those people who have a comfortable, welcoming home. The kind of place where the door is always open, the hearth is always warm, and there is reliably something reassuringly moist and … Continue reading

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Texting in Irish

The Crone notices that she has texted Gretel in the following way:  “ok if oi pick you up at 11?”  This could be a simple typo, or perhaps the Crone even texts in an Irish accent?

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A Sledgehammer to crack a nut

The Crone is tonight watching the Dallas Cowboys play the Washington Redskins–Gretel’s choice of viewing, for despite her DC heritage she is an ardent Cowboys fan. The Crone is eating nuts and is pondering the expression ” A sledgehammer to crack a … Continue reading

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A half baked story of wee buns

In Northern Ireland there is an expression used to indicate that an activity will present no challenge at all. The expression is “Wee buns”. So, if some one asks you to do something you consider easy peasy, you respond ” … Continue reading

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Halloween and the perils of vampire kisses and hot wax

The Crone, visited last night by a Vampire and two of his faceless friends, found herself in conversation with the undead. ” It’s bad being a vampire” said the toothy terror ” You live forever” “Yes” said the Crone ” And … Continue reading

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