Finding Gray

I swim. And I used to color my hair. Turns out chlorine wreaks havoc on chemically treated hair. Who knew?

I let it grow out and as it turns out, I wasn’t as gray as I thought I’d be. But it does depend on the light. LOL. And, as I let the layers from the disappointing chopped haircuts grow out, my hair is definitely seeming more gray.

But still, it did not seem like a thing to me.

Until this weekend. A friend’s birthday celebration. Another guest tells me that (running her hand over her hair) she likes what I’ve done. And I (naturally) assume she means how smooth and soft my hair is. (Trust me, when you swim every day, this is a constant battle.)

But actually she meant that she was impressed (?) that I let my gray shine boldly. Now that I’m watching GoT, I feel like I’ve connected with the “truthful” statement that is also the “kiss of death” so…in relation to this topic, I do not know how to react.

Gray is staying for now. It’s true that I love being who I actually am and not spending time and money hiding it. I also have to say that I fully support everyone and anyone doing exactly what makes them feel good, too. We all get to decide for ourselves. What a concept.

So there it is.

PS that image is NOT me. It’s a stock photo.


Help me understand….


I really admire strong eyebrows.

Mine have never been all that full, but these days? They are spotty. The woman at the salon who waxed mine last time scolded me for over-plucking them. Well, I have made lots of mistakes in my life, but I did not over-pluck my eyebrows. The spottiness just happened.

Truth be told, I barely plucked them all these years. I kind of sucked at that. And so, I do not feel responsible for the sparseness. I’m annoyed about it, but I don’t feel responsible for it.

But the actual reason I am writing this today is that it seems singularly unfair that you can stunt the growth of your eyebrows by plucking too much and yet, plucking or waxing or what-the-heck ever does not seem to ever – and I mean ever – affect the growth of those pesky chin hairs or mustache hairs.

Am I right?

Candy love.

I love jelly beans. Very much. I also love the healthy-ish eating regime I’ve been following for some time now.

With no kids at home, Andrew & I have been solid in our resolve to have only reasonable options for snacking in the house. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming. Nor does it stop me from {jokingly} asking every night around 10pm IF WE HAD JELLYBEANS IN THE HOUSE.  I know. Not productive.

But imagine my surprise and delight when I asked the other night {as predicted} and Andrew produced the goods.

They were awesome and I do think that sometimes, for me, it’s okay to eat some fricking jelly beans. They have no fat, after all. And it’s almost Easter. So, judge all you want. I am eating these.


The ring.

IMG_1406.JPGIn 2003, we had some pretty limited resources. Three young kids. We were working for ourselves in a still uncertain business climate.

And yet, when we went to the Baltimore Antique Show at the end of that August and Andrew saw the 1991 (I like to say vintage) Cartier Love ring, he knew. He tracked me down (I had wandered somewhere, as I do at those big shows) and showed it to me.

“Do you love it?”

“I do,” I said.

And he bought it for our upcoming 10th anniversary.

Although I didn’t know, or even ask, the price at the time, it was probably the most irrational, irresponsible purchase of our lives up until that point. (I could argue that our dinner at Alinea a few years ago overtook that honor.)

I have worn that ring most days since then. I swap in my engagement ring/band sometimes and some other times I wear my grandmother’s wide monogrammed rose gold band. Am I the only one who switches it up? For me, it’s not the ring, it’s the commitment. But, I digress.

Over the past 13 years, with regular wear and the fact that I am the opposite of delicate and careful, that beautiful Love band got pretty much beaten to shit.

Scratches, filth in the grooves, you name it.

I might have mentioned it. I might not have. I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Andrew had the ring buffed and cleaned. And it’s gorgeous.


Jury duty

source: Lat

Today, I reported for jury duty.

As I was waiting, waiting, waiting to find out my fate, I remembered the first time I was called for jury duty. It was in Baltimore City. In 1991. I think? I worked for Gray Kirk Vansant and had a huge client presentation the next day and I was a wreck that I’d get chosen. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t realize that I could have asked for a postponement, so I went that morning to find out how I could reschedule.

It’s not that I didn’t want to serve, but not that week!

But, as I recall, there was no chance to speak to anyone. I went from the waiting room to the courtroom, and predictably, I was chosen.

For a week-long trial.

I broke out in tears. I had no idea what to do. I don’t remember how I got to a phone or a break, but I called the guy I was casually dating at the time. He was an attorney in the city. He came to the courthouse lickety split. I don’t know what he did or who he talked to or what he did but I got excused from that trial. (I served a few weeks later, FYI.)

So back to the lawyer-guy. He was really sweet, I remember. He liked mustard a lot. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out. Ha, kidding.

Actually I do remember why it didn’t work out. He was a driven triathlete which was very cool and admirable, but not always the most fun Saturday night 20-something date (he trained daily & late nights were not a thing). More importantly, he wanted to take me home for Christmas and it felt way too fast and scary. I’m pretty sure that’s how it ended.

But today, I remembered him for his kindness on that fateful day. And, since I had my laptop, I looked him up online.

I learned that he passed away a couple months ago after a long illness. I read that he had a loving family and kept at the tri-life in a big way. It feels so strange to have looked; I’m not even sure why I did.


Book series

While I was in Vermont, one of my colleagues mentioned that her son had become a veracious reader. I could relate! My guys read so many books and I remember the hours in the book store looking for options.

And so, I wanted to share some of the books and series that were not only loved, but saved:

Bartimaeus 3-book boxed set (Bartimaeus Trilogy)

The Gone Series

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

The Nightwatch Series

Inheritance Cycle

Children of the Lamp series

The Book Thief

I Am the Messenger

The Dragon King Trilogy

The Keys to the Kingdom series

Molly Moon series

Artemis Foul series

Angel series

The Edge Chronicles series

Genius Squad series

Wizard Heir series

Stormbreaker series

Some of these are for older kids, some for younger. Some, like Stormbreaker, were really fun to read out loud as a family.

All of these are still on our bookshelves along with hundreds of others.

Happy reading!



You know I’m a huge SET and Quiddler fan, right?

Maybe you read my post over at TueNight last September? I Would Probably Beat You at SET (And I Don’t Feel Bad)? If you didn’t, now’s your chance. Hehe. Shameless, I know.

You cannot imagine my joy when that blog post attracted the attention of the nice folks at SET. I really, truly squealed. They loved my post – and they shared it. Later, they reached out to see if I’d want to try another of their games: Karma.

Before I tell you more about that game, I want to talk about the adorable travel-sized games. They’re in round tins with cleverly designed lids. We took them on our trip to South America over the holidays and we enjoyed them very much – and found the containers themselves to be entertaining, too. Funny, right? We also brought our full-size games along also. For me, unless playing a solo game, I prefer the full-sized games. They’re still plenty compact enough to stick in my carry-on bag.

Our wifi on this trip was pretty iffy, so having real games along was a treat. Did I mention the trip was long? As in 16 hours to get there and 20 hours to get back. That’s long.

Back to Karma. It’s a more traditional card game, but with some fun twists. Players are dealt three face-down cards. No peeking. Then you get six more cards – you pick three for your hand and the other three go face-up on the table cards. Play starts with a player putting cards of the same value onto a discard pile and then players take turns discarding cards of equal or greater value. If you can’t discard, you have to pick up the discard pile. Hand cards go first, then face-up cards, then down cards. The last player with cards loses.

The key is the Karma cards:

  • Give the pile to a friend (self-explanatory)
  • Play a table card (early)
  • Bottoms up (take from the bottom of the discard pile)
  • Five or below (forces the next player to play 5 or lower)


What’s great about the game:

  • It’s fast (I never said I was patient!)
  • Great for a wide age range (so really good for family company!)
  • Wild cards totally mix it up (surprise!)
  • Luck and strategy both – so the same person doesn’t always win (LOL, that’d be me!)

I am a game player. Of course, you know that. When I first started reading the instructions, I thought it was a little complicated. (Do not even get me started on President. Andrew, Jason, Ellen… you know what I’m talking about!) But diving in, it wasn’t hard and it’s kind of like a mix between a lot of games I’ve played before and it’s easy to catch on.

Will we play Karma at Chez Scherer? Yup. We’ll totally play. It’s super fun to have another game in our arsenal. But so far, no game has pushed Quiddler and Set off the top of the list.

PS: The travel-sized games are in my overnight bag for always.


Disclosure: I received a care-package of games, including a full-size Karma and travel sized Karma, SET and Quiddler. The content of this post was not influenced by company and the opinions are my own. As always.


I love city life and I’m really lucky to live between Baltimore and Washington. We visit both regularly. Good times.

But here we are in Howard County. Just outside Columbia. You’ve probably heard me go on and on about how much I love the swimming pools and the golf courses and the gyms. Oh, and we love the trails and schools and access to everything.

I’ve been involved in the HoCo blogging world for many years. I blog a lot less now, but think that is about to change. But I digress.

I see events go by and am often too busy. Or put another way, I didn’t prioritize the events around here, much of the time. But, the winter events for Columbia Festival for The Arts look incredible. You have to go look – there’s a lot on there. But, I’ll tell you the events that I’m most excited about:


We are planning to go to the lecture: “The Ground on Which He Stood – August Wilson and the Search for Black Identity” and are deciding if we can also go to Black Lives, Black Words: 6 Short Plays from a New Theatre Movement.

Also, there’s Sundance Audience and Grand Jury Prize-winning film: Fruitvale Station. And also, 20 Feet From Stardom.

While researching for this post, I also found that Columbia Association’s Columbia Art Center is partnering with Columbia Festival of the Arts to host “Beyond the Blues: African American Music and Culture” from Saturday, Feb. 6 through Sunday, Feb. 28.

I’m going to take advantage of what Columbia has to offer. It’s pretty exciting to have all this in our backyard.

Columbia Festival for the Arts will be providing me tickets to an event of my choice. All thoughts are my own; no one told me what to write or think.