Imaginary Travel As The Time Draws Closer, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:27am
I know some of you, maybe many, are beginning to plan real travel. I’m not there yet. But in the way of pandemic mood swings,
I know some of you, maybe many, are beginning to plan real travel. I’m not there yet. But in the way of pandemic mood swings,
Confession. I am finding this pandemic home stretch harder than our deepest lockdown. In California, everyone 65 and over is now eligible for vaccination, as
Hello. In spirit of my recent clearing stuff out, both my mother’s possessions and my son’s old room to prepare a writing spot, I also
Let’s party like it’s 2015. By which I mean, let’s go for some frivolity and sweatpants. ‘Tis the season of red and pink, my friends,
I would like to invite you to follow me on my second Instagram account, @lisa.carnochan.writes. Ironically, although both my @amidprivilege Instagram and Twitter accounts are
Today is January 30th. In about six weeks, we will have quarantined for a year. By “quarantined,” which is a fluid term, I mean all
Imagine I write this post with no trace of anger in my voice. It’s true. This year the American media covered Inaugural fashion in perhaps
We had a beautiful sunrise this morning; I could see it from bed when I woke. Last week our gardeners pruned my front yard rose
I really meant to start 2021 with a light-hearted post about sofas, or decluttering, or sweatpants. We’re all frayed and we deserve some fun. I
We are entering the season of Christmas. It’s a big deal, in the USA. Although I did not grow up in a observant religion per
During a pandemic, one thing you can do is think a whole awful lot about things you previously took for granted. This can be human
I cannot get this dress out of my mind. That trailing festoon on the side? Peacock feathers, dyed black, traces of the original blue and
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