When Does It End?
I was driving to a customer meeting this morning. The sky was not so blue as usual. Jet contrails scudded across the upper sky. The
I was driving to a customer meeting this morning. The sky was not so blue as usual. Jet contrails scudded across the upper sky. The
The other day Meg, she-who-is-wise-beyond-her-years, commented on my post about family and money. “Hum. That’s funny. My High Wasp family lost all their money (which
The bride in the photo above is not related to me. But she might have been. The text does come from a description of the
I know I said it was old lady hands that made me wince at my own mortality. But at least my hands still do what
flickr Was I High WASP with my children about money? In how much I had? In my attitude towards it? In what I tried to
I’ve been asked did I pass my High WASP core down to my children. Complex question. I have been wondering that myself, since this blog
It’s Sunday. Temperatures are predicted to reach 90 degrees. The siblings, those of us in Northern California, are going to Dad’s house for lunch. Where
My daughter has been in a dance group at Princeton for several years. This semester, given the demands of her senior thesis, she decided not
Bride: Brideshead Revisited. Accoutrements from upper left: Sugar Plum, Flickr, Wedding Graffiti, Style Me Pretty, Artfool, Flickr, Menlo Circus Club, Lynn Lugo, Lemontree, Weddings Unveiled
Once you hit 50 there’s only so much you have to work with in the fierce department. Those with inordinate style can just push forward
I would not want to return to the days of my grandparents. But unfortunately, I am not a simple soul content with the good earth.
My several grandparents lived in several places. In a 12-room apartment in a Park Avenue building that’s oddly famous for having had an actual book
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