
Piece By Piece, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:03am
You may remember a while back I started repurposing my kids’ spaces. My son’s room became my “workroom” (in quotation marks because in fact I

You may remember a while back I started repurposing my kids’ spaces. My son’s room became my “workroom” (in quotation marks because in fact I
I cannot write long non-fiction to save my life. Like gluing beads on fabric, too many small but important things to track. My fingers get

Lucky for humanity, even the most awful of years give us good books. Thank you writers. I will confess that I have come to think

I remember last year, during the Christmas season, several of you commented that you prefer to give presents of experience. (And before I go any

Presents. We High WASPs we call them presents, even though the word “Present” doesn’t sound as good with “Guide,” as the word “Gift” does. Let’s
Way back in 1960 my family moved from Cambridge, Massachusetts to the San Francisco Bay Area. Although I spent my college, grad school and early career
Prince, the American R&B artists famous for songs like “Purple Rain,” “1999,” and “Let’s Go Crazy,” died last Thursday. Cause yet unknown, suicide not suspected.

I forgot something important in my long post about house plans. The photography of Brigitte Carnochan, my stepmother. On the one hand, her gallery work.

I’m always looking for good books and for some reason it’s harder to find them in this time of All The Information than it was
I like two different kinds of style books. The first gives you photos or images so glorious you don’t care what the author says. We’ll

The other day I Googled “grow your first rose garden.” The results made me want to quit, right now, despite my bed of 8 happy
Last week we talked here about movies. Then my husband and I actually went to see one. The earth stayed on its axis. In all
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