Cleaning Up Okay, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:41am
May I present dressing for for dinner last Sunday night. (Also a background photoshopped to remove mess. You’re welcome.) I wore the never-fail Dries van
May I present dressing for for dinner last Sunday night. (Also a background photoshopped to remove mess. You’re welcome.) I wore the never-fail Dries van
I have ignored eyebrows for decades. “Face-framing,” I’d say, “What the heck, what do we need to frame, per se?” Made it through the 90s
Happy Lunar New Year! Specifically, Happy Lunar New Year in Mandarin! On top of wishing you well, I wanted to ask, how do you
I was going to write about wisdom. Then hoses of our newly-installed washing machine started to drip water and that was a whole drama. Resolved
This past week I drove to Marin County for lunch with a writer I’d met on a fiction course. It was so fun. I just
Do you separate your life into “eras?” I know Taylor Swift believes, but how about we the somewhat-less-famous? Maybe because 67 is a lot of
There’s a concept, in fiction, of “writing yourself into the story.” Doesn’t mean writing about yourself per se, more like writing a bunch of detail
It’s winter in California. There’s frost on my neighbor’s roof most mornings and the leaves have fallen from our alder, leaving only spring green catkins.
Yesterday I had the great pleasure of lunching in San Francisco with a blogger friend and her husband. Tablecloths! Halibut! Consequently I had to doff
OK, so NOW I will start decorating for Christmas. Mostly I want light and a balance of peace and pattern as far as the eye can
I hope your Thanksgiving, if you celebrate, shone. For the first time ever my family gathered neither at my mother’s house nor my father’s, with
I am performing small touchups to my house, very badly also with glee upon glee upon glee. Backing up, it may come as no
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