Back To The Clanging Of Weights, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:37am
I’ve started going to a gym again for the first time in 15 years. It’s crowded, prone to broken equipment, cheap, with really nice staff.
I’ve started going to a gym again for the first time in 15 years. It’s crowded, prone to broken equipment, cheap, with really nice staff.
The only piece of clothing I’m craving at the moment is a brand-new, no pilling, no fading, no sunscreen-bleaching-at-the-neck patterned t-shirt. Most recently in this
WORK. This is the work of my son, in fact. This is a photo of Jonathan Anderson, of Loewe, J.W. Anderson and many other inspirations
It was a relief to discover that my small and particular anxieties are not the center of the universe. Which is to say on Sunday
My front garden has always been a white-ish garden, ruled by the rose bed. Very polite; non-revelatory. Somehow, that’s changing. The roses are still here
This morning, another thought about aging.. How many of you follow The Gerontologist on Instagram? Recommended. A mix of videos of undaunted elders living with
I know it’s only just Spring, but here in Northern California this season slips to summer like a silk veil disappearing around a corner. Which
Older women. We consider time! We come to terms with our face in the mirror! We paint it! In the comments to the post about
One morning this week, it might have been Wednesday at 10:30, or maybe 10:37, I closed my computer, took it off my lap, lay it
In 2015, 2017 (which for some reason I can’t remember I didn’t recap here), and 2018, my husband, my kids spent a few nights at
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
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