Chipmunk Holes

Chipmunk Holes

I apologize for the lapse in posting, but the last month of getting to the closing of the house, coordinating the actual move and moving has been taking up most of my time. Of course, I still need to do some work for Accidental and my consulting, babysitting duty and...

Shoulder Pain

Shoulder Pain

I consider myself to be a very open person, yet I prefer to sleep on my side. Curled into a fetal position, I feel safe and usually have the sweetest and deepest of sleep. Two weeks ago I woke to a dull painful ache in my shoulder, intensifying with each passing day....

Magical Properties

Magical Properties

Since I’ve been a small girl, I’ve always imbued objects with magical properties. Perhaps it came from being raised as a very strict Catholic, whereas an inquisitive child it compelled you to suspend disbelief. Because of your faith, you had to believe the most...

Changing Times, Changing Hair

Changing Times, Changing Hair

This post is sponsored by Hair Biology. All thoughts and opinions are my own. There’s been a good deal of chatter about hair on my blog and Instagram since we’ve all had to spend time in quarantine. Whether lamenting our inability to get a haircut or worrying over...

Kitchens, Fendi and Family

Kitchens, Fendi and Family

I’ve been watching fashion shows this month. I’ve been curious about what designers produced during the pandemic and how they’re choosing to present their collections considering the same. While there has been a great deal of buzz about Kim Jones being chosen to fill...

Duty of Care

Duty of Care

I’ve ventured out from the safe and lovely refuge I created in the space between illness and health. There is a tentativeness about these forays, so different from the way I used to just burst audaciously out my door and into the city. Always open to meeting any...

Along Came A Spider: Where I’ve Been

Along Came A Spider: Where I’ve Been

Well, it all started with a spider, “that lay down beside her” and took a bite of my leg. Preparing for my first trip outside of my bunker in NYC my worry was about contracting COVID and so amid a pandemic, I never imagined a spider could take me down. After a week I...

Cocktail Shakers

Cocktail Shakers

I’ve been doing more microblogging on Instagram. This week I wrote about how I feel like I’m pored in a cocktail shaker and shaken vigorously. I’m not sure what will come out, but from experience, I know that it will be something delicious. I also spoke about...

What Now Revisiting

What Now Revisiting

I am feeling so inspired and excited by the many suggestions you left for me while commenting on the last post. I have to say that between the Great Interrupter and Black Lives Matter; I feel like I checked into a rehab center. It’s been like a detox from the...

Context and the Meaning of Living Your Best Life

Context and the Meaning of Living Your Best Life

I took a break from social media. At some point the weekend before last I just could not look at one more post, respond to one more comment, or patiently educate. Between the “Great Interrupter” and the Black Lives Matter movement, I experienced a next level reckoning...

No Words

No Words

I’m sitting at my desk for the first time in a week. No writing except for some posts on Instagram. There are no words that I could summon for the task. I don’t think they’re invented yet.  Reaching deep, I can’t find them. The closest word I imagine is grief. A grief...

Show Don’t Tell

Show Don’t Tell

My last Monday post, Fiery Tulips, was a product of anger. If I’m being honest about it, more a product of fear. Because I wanted to be a good professor after every class, I would think back over the class and would remember a thoughtless comment or an expression that...

Sticky Butterflies

Sticky Butterflies

Since I was a small child, I spend much of my time living “in my head.” My first friends were imaginary, and my later companions became books. When I’m in a particular social environment, such as work or school, I fully inhabit one intimate friendship at a time. So no...

Fiery Tulips

Fiery Tulips

Today I spent a pleasurable part of the day experimenting with my camera. Following in Calvin’s footsteps before the Great Interrupter I got myself a Leica CL. Small and very easy to manage I developed the habit of taking it with me on my walks and travels. I study...

Re-finding Elegance

Re-finding Elegance

“More than ever elegance is setting itself free from the movements of fashion,” Olivier Saillard Perhaps I am weary of the limitations of my apartment and the sameness of the days. Maybe it’s just a passing moment in the stream of feeling as I’m pulled back and forth...

The Great Interrupter

The Great Interrupter

Today I spritzed on what I call my “writer’s perfume”, the one I got the first time I went to Paris. Perhaps some of you remember the story I told about this perfume in an earlier post. This bottle was a refill mixed and purchased closer to home. Perfume is an...

Objects For An Interior Life

Objects For An Interior Life

Earlier in the week, I wrote about a hat. My story about a very simple object was full of thoughts, emotions, memory, history, and desire. It went beyond the everyday, functional object that it actually is and became much more. While researching and exploring the...

The Hat

The Hat

I’m not someone who wears a hat. I get emails all the time from hat makers who want to send me one, but I always decline. Despite my satisfaction with being comfortable wearing many metaphorical hats, I do not much like wearing the genuine thing. I never believed hats...