Throwing Teacups On The Floor, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:30am
I’ve had lots of opportunities to be a grownup this week. I rose to some of them. Not all. It does get easier, grownuphood. I
I’ve had lots of opportunities to be a grownup this week. I rose to some of them. Not all. It does get easier, grownuphood. I
The other day I got an email. To be precise, I should say “the other night,” as I happened to be awake somewhere around 2am.
It’s almost here, guys. Summer in all its warm-calf glory. You know what I mean? How the warmed wind feels on your legs? I pretend
My mother, and me, some time in the 1950s, wearing cardigans. Tomorrow’s is Mother’s Day in America. I find that mothering never grows old, that
The next step in building attractive, since we seem to be moving from inside out, takes us to skin. On the Darwinian side, clear skin
And then one day you wake up in red shoes. I’m not one for pops of color, and had resolutely avoided ballet flats for this
Improbable as it may seem, I’m out of words. You know how that just happens some times? Not from sorrow, or fear, or overwhelm. Just
Elsewhere on the Internets, I was chatting with a few pals. Someone asked about transitional outerwear. Well then. In San Francisco, where I now work,
When last we saw this aubergine tweed jacket, we were discussing the color of shirt one might wear with it. White seemed too bright. Over
I’ve been working for 34 years now. I took time off to stay home with kids but, as anyone who’s been the primary caregiver for
Last Sunday I attended Susan and Martin’s wedding. Here’s the happy couple. It was a lovely day. Everyone got California fancy. Men donned jackets, women
I’ve always been a sucker for two-tone shoes. They were big in the late 70s, early 80s. To this day I remember a pair of
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