Eyes Gentle, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:16am
Attempting yoga class at a new studio today. We shall hope it’s not one of those No Country For Old Ladies places, all triceps and
Attempting yoga class at a new studio today. We shall hope it’s not one of those No Country For Old Ladies places, all triceps and
Well, my friends, I am retired. Again.. It has taken about 4 weeks for the high job tide of adrenaline, cortisol, and testosterone to roll
My mother is recovering from surgery. It’s important that she consumes no alcohol, so at 5pm one evening I made her a drink with Pellegrino,
What is it about British story-telling that we so love? From high art to satinated (let’s pretend this means the patina of drawing room satins)
There’s nothing better than light in the morning. Just now some camellia leaves outside my window are shining so brightly they throw the folds of
My daughter has finished her first week at the new job. She called me every day on the way home from work. I love to
I’m sitting at my kitchen counter. It’s old. 17 years old. Butcher block. Which means that by now it boasts some fissures, a burn mark
Took the kids to the movies last night. The 21-year old and the 19-year old both wanted to see Up. Luckily I did too. I
I am at my mother’s house in Santa Barbara. On my step-father’s computer. Sitting at his desk. It’s a Swedish antique with a shredding leather
My children are growing and grown. No chubbiness anywhere in the vicinity. Everyone is in control of their own hair and the clothes on their
My daughter graduates from college on Tuesday. I fly to Princeton tomorrow. I am proud of her. But I will be no more proud of
My boy child gets on an airplane and flies to Belgium today. He is visiting my best friend. I hate airplanes. I am always a
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