That’s my rose bed. To say I have a white rose garden sounds so English, so glamourous, so artistic. In truth, I have a raised
There’s a song that always used to make me cry. I’ve mentioned it before, Dar Williams’ “When I Was A Boy.” Here’s a sampling of
May 11th is Mother’s Day in America this year. That’s a Sunday. A week and a half away, just in case anyone out there has
Tomorrow my son, my youngest child, turns 24. I asked him what he wanted and at first he thought maybe a watch, but then decided
In retirement, or any situation where one can dress as casually as one wants, we want to avoid the schlump. In hyper-casual outfits, I’m not
When I remarried, last August, we said no gifts please. With two households already established, what more could we require? Some people, of course, insisted.
I’ve been gardening a lot lately. By which I mean I’ve been doing everything from mowing my front lawn to weeding paths to conversing with
I’ve been looking for a new bag. When last we spoke the universal language Handbag, I had settled on a small Bottega Veneta cross-body, carried
I have been asked several times, recently, for a post on how I maintain my shape. I’ve written about it before, tongue-in-cheek, in 11 Sneaky
I’ve been thinking recently about virtue. Not the old-fashioned heroine sort, perhaps needless to say. But virtue, built or maintained by living in accordance with
Does anyone remember a couple of posts a while back, here, and here, more like fever dreams, about the carbonate-at-home company known as Sodastream? In
As we settle into our personal style, we may be less likely to embrace dramatic fashion shifts. We might wear our drapey cardigans in a
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