The Art Of Recovery, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:30am
I slept in this morning, and have dawdled through the day. I will not recover this time, but it’s in my belly or maybe behind
I slept in this morning, and have dawdled through the day. I will not recover this time, but it’s in my belly or maybe behind
Today is my father’s memorial service. I thought of posting what I will read, but, no. I thought of showing you what I’ll wear, but,
I was asked a couple of weeks ago what I wear to the market. Good question, not because going to the market is a big
Diagnosed with my fifth type of tendinitis in nine years, I suspected something other than oops was in play. Meaning, nobody serially injures their biceps
The next time you come to San Francisco, you might not want to stay here. By which I don’t mean arms-crossed-in-an-X, get-the-heck-out-of-Dodge kind of way, I
This morning I was briefly seized by the spirit of my mother. I am happy to report that, yes, in fact, I do have all
I did some shopping in September. That’s a photo I took recently to text to a friend. Feet up! I’d asked her about brown thick-soled
Well, hello:) Feels a little boisterous to hit you with my face right away, but it’s a nice photo and I was really having fun
Good morning! It’s September, a month for which I have a particular fondness. The 30th is my birthday. Hooray for me! (Excuse me, if aging
A few weeks back, in our conversation about color, I mentioned ordering this dress. Elle est arrivée. (Details: I ordered a Medium, I could have
Planning. This summer, exhausted and gritty–as are we all after 2+ years of pandemic–and determined to See People, I made plans. First, Princeton reunions with my
Note: If you were intrigued by the Grae Cove dress I posted about last week, I want to let you know they tell me they are getting
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