My Knees-érables: Part Four

It has seemed like a dream, this past month of knee adventures, and for most of it, I felt like the princess sung about in There is a Castle on a Cloud, I’ve been so taken care o... Read More

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An Homage, to My Knees-érables: Part 3

By Evalyn Baron

My Knees-érables (to the tune of Les Misérables’ When Tomorrow Comes) Are you hearing my joints sing? Creaking the song of angry knees! It is the soundtrack of arthritis An... Read More

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My Knees-érables: Part Two

By Evalyn Baron

When I got married, I registered for some marvelous stuff, and even the second time around, I was surprised at the mighty loot we hauled in. How amazed I was when the most expensiv... Read More

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The bee’s knees — or my knees-érables

By Evalyn Baron

I saw an X-ray of my right knee recently, and the poor cartilage-free joint has so many bone spurs, it needs to go galloping off into the sunset, wearing a jaunty cowboy hat for em... Read More

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A bowl of cherries? Sour grapes? Pick your fruit

By Evalyn Baron

When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I’ve ever seen. So they call me a cockeyed optimist, immature and incurably green!” So sings the irrepressi... Read More

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It’s all in the details … Oscar, music, wine: Beauty

By Evalyn Baron

My senses are sated — for now at least — and the month of May, when all the buds are bursting (and all the allergies as well), is a fine time in this town for your senses to be... Read More

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I don’t want him, you can have him, he’s too … you name it … for me

By Evalyn Baron

My momma was a real Adlai Stevenson girl. A true-blue liberal with a good head on her shoulders and who read the papers every day. So to honor her birth of me this month, I’ve de... Read More

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Sitting on a mermaid’s noodle and other aquatic pastimes

By Evalyn Baron

Well, it’s finally happened. It was bound to. Y’know those old ladies that took up half the pool when you gals used to mermaid across swimming lanes in your agile youth... Read More

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A love letter to mice

By Evalyn Baron

I feel like I’m about to go on a Jenny Lawson kick — you know, the popular, off-centered Bloggess who’s written two best sellers lately. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened h... Read More

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Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little … Happy New Year!

By Evalyn Baron

I’m tired. Not of life … life is too interesting, especially in this city. No, as we start a fresh, clean, and entirely possible year, I’m not tired of the genera... Read More

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Sugar cookies, icing, and ultimate loss: The full catastrophe

By Evalyn Baron

I’ve lost about 30 pounds in the past months by stopping my intake of refined sugar. Truthfully, I did it because I was frightened of what the doctor told me at one of my las... Read More

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Our little prince

By Evalyn Baron

Words, don’t fail me now. Don’t let me dissolve into irresolute tears as I attempt to write about the laying to rest of one of our two dear dogs: Cyrano, the beautiful ... Read More

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Urban living: Unexpected bedfellows

By Evalyn Baron

Months ago, Peter and I had put our garbage/recycling/compost receptacles curbside on the regular Tuesday evening, all neat for Wednesday morning pickup. We’d settled into ou... Read More

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The city strikes back: Scenes we’d love to see

By Evalyn Baron

Every so often, something in the Chronicle requires a second reading, not because of it’s world-shattering insights, but because it’s so ridiculous, you can’t bel... Read More

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Sitting and sitting, watching and seeing: Ashland and Sea Ranch

By Evalyn Baron

In July, we finally made it to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, and it was worth the wait, well worth the 350-mile drive north. We took our pups, and found a friendly, t... Read More

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