Friendly Leopards, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:43am
A photographic artist in your family? Recommend 11/10. Many of you will remember my stepmother, Brigitte Carnochan, and her beautiful gallery work.
Or perhaps you remember this picture of my children, on Martha’s Vineyard in 1992, captured with my iPhone 10 minutes ago from the wall in my living room, complete with reflections. They were so cute, and so cold.
Neither has feet like puffy marshmallows these days, but one will on occasion put an arm around the other. Today we are in luck because Gitta, as we call her, has just returned from a 3-week photographic safari to Africa. These are not your usual Look At My Trip pictures. For your Saturday,
The dust.
The feathers.
The nuzzle.
The pals.
The end.
There was one more photo, of hyenas and their kill, but I didn’t feel like creatures eating other creatures was what we needed to see today. Thank goodness for art and beauty and talented family. All my best to all of you on this Saturday morning.
What To Do When The Unimaginable Happens, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:38am
I have a plan. Reach out to people, just to check-in. This blog post counts. Realize that nothing is happening yet, things are just being
The Many Joys Of Living A Life, Or, In Advance Because It Feels Right, Friday Night at 8:27pm
This morning I thought we could revisit the joys, for there are many, of living a life. This post is just Photos That Called To
Three Somewhat Eccentric Reasons To Vote As I Have, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:07am
For those who need it, the precise beauty of a spider web’s heart and a flower caught therein. Peace in the dew. And for those
At Some Point, I’ll Need A Dress, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:55am
Caveat: nothing below is either immediate or final. Essential knowledge: 1) my daughter is getting married in September of the coming year, outdoors, at a
Reporting Back On My Lands’ End T-shirt For A Weekend With A Big Sale, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:47am
I like it! The quality of this tee, a boyish, ribbed style from Lands’ End, seems high! It comes in many colors! It’s on sale!
6 Things You Can Do To Reduce That Dogged Sense Of Dread, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:59am
I don’t know about you but I’ve been nervous, which isn’t all that fun. America’s election is a month away. Luckily, there are things to
Breaking The Palette, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:03am
These, my friends, are my clothes. Oh, I have other pieces of human-shaped cloth in my closets and drawers, but when I leave the house these are the ones I wear most often. Jacket and scarves, Pants and tops. You can see how much I benefited from my session with Sue. Coherence, the Holy Grail of wardrobes, makes it so much easier to pack. I will still wear a navy blue dress on occasion, or black and white some days–I’m not a purist–but having a sense of a good color palette sure helps me choose which Vuori joggers I’ll buy
Amazing What A Little Water Will Do, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:12am
As I have said before, this time of year my garden is usually no good. Roses few and far between, ferns all crunchy, and only the native manzanita persists. Summer done, we wait for rain. This year, better. Big ol’ revelation; I watered more. And funny thing, now that the entire yard doesn’t reek of surrender and despair, I find some tiny bits here and there quite beautiful, and in some ways more rewarding than the boister (efficient noun) of spring. I love the wilt and pink stains of my white tea rose. (I did want a “whiff of decay”
Play Bids As Old People, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:06am
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m working on building a new little community, following the deaths of my mother, my long-distance best friend, and my father. This involves making an effort. To get to know people you have to meet them, and to meet them you have to find them, and to find them you often have to go somewhere, but so far so good. I like people. The only hard part is what we used to call, when I was a young mother, “play bids.” That moment sharing an activity with others when you have to find some way to