E12: Dear Mrs. White Lady, A White Lady Says Thank You! This is News!

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Dear Mrs. White Lady,

I wanted to write you a relatively short note to let you know that I’ve had “100+ listens”to my podcast! Perhaps not a major milestone for many, but for me it’s gold.

If you’ve listened to Dear Mrs. White Lady, I thank you.

If not—then baby you are missing out!

We talk about some tough topics. Some historical. Some brutal. I hope to give you space to think. Make you laugh. Sometimes cry.

I take you along in my pocket and we talk. I love that.

I love that even more than my torn copy of ee cummings’ unabridged works. Did you know he was arrested on suspicion of espionage during WWI? 🔗 Yes. Imprisoned over a misunderstanding in letters intercepted by the French. 🔗 And then years later—we learn Julia Child was a spy for CIA in WWII?🔗 Who knew.

Getting back to our talks.

I think I told you about the sourdough starter that my sister-in-law gave me during Covid. Yeah. I was supposed to care and feed it—how I tried to pass off a two-day-old starter as a living family heirloom. I was, of course, found out.

You and I went down to the pier to catch blue crab. Shared an oatmeal stout. I told you dolphins have the worst manners—always pushing up on you like the White Lady who nicks the back of your heels in line at the market.

I talked about a rooster named Theodore. My fox Penelope and her kits. I detailed how a friendly text war ended an 18-year friendship.

I’ve shared a cultural note or two on our field trip to the Asian Market. Yes, Mrs. White Lady, the live eels are on reserve for Mrs. VIP Asian Lady. And the carrots and bok choy still have earth attached to them.

Sometimes we talk about random things—whether my Swedish Mora clock’s tik and tok are in beat. (And to be quite honest, she’s been running about 3 minutes fast every hour. Will have to lower the bob. Might need to reset the crutch.)

In a way, we wind a sort of hither-and-dither sensibility over here. I mix in a series of quasi-relevant word origin stories, an obnoxious grammar note and a recipe or two for good measure. And you put up with me.

Sorry this letter is so short. I want to go down to the pier to watch the egrets in the marsh—you come too. 🔗

See you!

-m.

Here’s a quick look at the market.

Basically. Everything is bad. The Dow Jones Industrial Average is in freefall. Closing today at 41,488.19 pts. Down 1,999.64 pts from the Jan. 20 DJIA of 44,058.64 pts. The USDA’s website lists eggs now at $4.15 doz.! And more than 400,000 people have lost jobs from DOGE cuts.

P.S. I’m trying to decide which recipe to share next. Would you prefer a mushroom duxelles with puff pastry (as an appetizer) or something more elaborate?

The Pier. Photo is my own.