This is a photo of my first gray hair, taken in 1990. (It’s in my bangs, front and center.) I was 34. I was untroubled by a gray hair. I actually thought it was kind of neat.
This is a photo of me in 2005 with the late, great, Winston . My gray roots are just starting to peep […]
It’s that time of year again.
It’s time for us to all wonder, where did August go?
How did Summer go so fast?
Why can’t there be just a little more time?
I’m never ready to say good-bye.
I want things to stay the same, everyday, without complications or challenges or thickening plots. I want to go back to those […]
Big score at the thrift shop this week:
A matching set of vintage paint-by-number landscapes! They are beautifully done — each and every cell is painted with love, I can tell. Each is signed “Palme” in the lower right hand corner and they are so perfectly (professionally) framed that I haven’t had the heart to pull […]
The book is better than the movie (isn’t that always true?) but the movie is pretty good. I’m talking of course about Eat, Pray, Love starring Julia Roberts. The only way that the movie beats the book is that the movie has Javier Bardem in it. And the movie made me hungry in a way that the […]
This is how we do it:
You’ve been such a great audience!
Ooops. I think I woke up Coco and Belle — the cats who live in my workroom (because they are too ornery to let out with the other house cats).
I’m going all art journalistic […]
My friend Melinda came to visit the Long Island Sound this week, an escapee to our northern climate from the swelter of the Carolinas. “Is August really your favorite month?” she asked me, and I could detect a tone of skepticism in her voice.
“Yeah,” I said. “I really like August.” this was while we were walking […]
This is the morning light on a dewy a spider web in my front yard.
August: I wish we could borrow a few days from July, a few from September, and make August 40 days long. That would give me 40 of the best early mornings of the year.
Every morning, for 40 days, I’d wake up before […]
I don’t mind that Elizabeth Gilbert is a better writer than I am. I don’t mind that’s she’s blonder, cuter, smarter, and has Julia Roberts playing her in the movie that has been made from her mega-bestseller memoir. Really, I don’t.
But when The Republic of Tea came out with an Eat, Pray, Love tea, that’s when […]
August is my favorite month of the year: lush, steamy, poignant. It’s also my favorite chapter — because it’s the chapter where I let my Cat Lady self have free range. In Pawsylvania, as it turns out.
(For those of you reading along , turn to page 124 in When Wanderers Cease to Roam; but if you’re […]