Today is my birthday, as it happens, I am 61. I thought of something yesterday or the day before. The world likes to characterize aging
(J. Crew shirt worn at the end of this post on New York Fashion Week, Madewell jeans and Ecco sneakers worn here, gold hoop earrings
I know I told you my tall old Chinese elm fell over this spring. Not that you needed to remember, of course. It kneeled down
I know that when reading a blog I generally don’t want to hear about its inner workings. How often people write, their thought process about
As you may have heard San Francisco broke heat records yesterday, with temperatures of 106℉. Down here on the Peninsula we went even higher, to
Along with the new skirt, my birthday loot included a couple of pretty shirts that unfortunately didn’t fit. So I returned them to Nordstrom and
As must be evident, I mostly wear jeans. The thing is, it’s gotten too hot to wear them in summer, at least around here. Long
I had the weirdest illness this week. At least I think it was an illness but I’m not quite sure. One night I was lying
This is one of those moments when I don’t think I have an apolitical Saturday post in me. I could tell you that a Monarch
England Actually let’s finish up Scotland. Because when you and I last spoke, my son and I hadn’t yet departed. Guess what happened when we
Retirement is teaching me about my self, absent structure. Some lessons are grandly philosophical. “Where do I end and the world begin?” Some not so much.
I’ve recently returned from two weeks travel with my adult son in Scotland and England. Having drafted this post and watched it get longer and
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