Roses and Notes

Roses and Notes

Being a “woman of a certain age” in the first part of the 21st century means that I have a unique set of skills, some of which seem hopelessly outdated. For example, in my shoulder-padded and spiral-perm-with-mousse high school days, I took...
Roses and Bread

Roses and Bread

Back in January, when I first embarked on my “year of roses,” I wrote about the labor slogan “Bread and Roses,” which was a rallying cry in the early part of the 20th century among working-class women for a living wage that permitted all...
Roses and Fall

Roses and Fall

Regardless of pandemics, strife, and the sturm und drang of life, the Wheel of the Year continues to turn and my “year of roses” continues to progress. Today is the first official day of fall, which means that today is the autumnal equinox. I have learned...
Roses and Balance

Roses and Balance

I never expected my “year of roses” to be quite so — interesting. The last few weeks have been hectic as my small residential university prepared to re-open in a traditional face-to-face format in this incredibly challenging time. We’ve had our...
Roses and Dog Days

Roses and Dog Days

Here in the Carolinas, we’re in the “dog days” of summer. While the phrase identifying the rising of Orion’s dog, Sirius, in the nighttime sky, may have originally been a harbinger of fever and catastrophe, the meaning of the phrase has morphed...