The Enduring Value Of A Scarf, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:20am
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
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
I want to test an idea with you. But first a brief digression for context. 1) My family of origin has the concept of “Carnochan
Because one has, after all, responsibilities, and one has, after all, a deep love for information, here’s what my silk blouse outfit looked like in
I don’t find my culture to be very good at mourning. Too many subjunctives. Other cultures, to my way of thinking, are better with loss.
As light lowers here in the Northern Hemisphere, we gather by the hearth. In modern parlance, I’m talking parties. In less modern speech, we might
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