
Furnishings, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:39am
When my daughter left for college, back in 2005, we packed her off with accoutrements. I cared that she lived in a space with comfort,

When my daughter left for college, back in 2005, we packed her off with accoutrements. I cared that she lived in a space with comfort,

When the kids were little, they belonged to me. As babies in utero, every last bit. As infants, more so than not. Then one day
All over this hot, hot country, mothers are waiting. They intervene in another quarrel. Then they wait. Courage, my friends, we’re almost there. I remember

Yesterday the redhead turned 25. I gave her two pairs of shoes. Neither extravagant nor bold, as presents go. However, these days I know
So it’s been a kerfuffle of a week. Let’s take on the Internet bit, shall we? It all began when The Atlantic published Anne-Marie Slaughter’s

Taken Saturday morning before the P-rade. It. Was. Glorious. Congratulations to graduates, and their parents and siblings, everywhere.
Today I shall don a horrible costume, sweat through rain-threatening heat, and suffer crowds in the thousands. Mostly, I”ll love it. Princeton Reunions weekend is

My mother, and me, some time in the 1950s, wearing cardigans. Tomorrow’s is Mother’s Day in America. I find that mothering never grows old, that
My son graduates from college in June. Oddly, I’m not overwhelmed by the usual “Where Has The Time Gone, Only Yesterday He Had No Hair.”
Come Christmas morning, I had no salsa. Let’s back up. I’ve been hosting Christmases, and Thanksgivings, and dinner parties, on and off for 30 years.
The boy child has a job. Well, to be precise, my 21-year old son has accepted an offer. The job will begin a few weeks

Today Cara’s twins have their first birthday. Cara is one half of the wedding photographer duo, Lillian and Leonard. She also writes the blog Peonies
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