July 1985. I’m behind the counter of Farmhouse, Inc., an East Hampton design shop my husband opened with the man who would have been his partner had he not died. It’s Saturday night. We play Frank Sinatra music, always a draw. It had all the markings of a good plan. Keith, my husband’s assistant … [Read more...] about Young at Heart
It’s easy to remember . . .
Sometimes even I surprise myself. Last year, in a post focused on the spirit of place, I wrote these words: Walls hold secrets. Memories are something we make. Oh, to be a fly on a wall when something we’re not privy to is taking place! The walls I’m mostly thinking about are the ones that … [Read more...] about It’s easy to remember . . .
1 Car, 2 Cars, Red Car, New Car
I don’t really remember the first, first car my family bought other than that apparently my parents listened to almost five-year-old me when I requested “fire engine red” and that we bought it from the same car dealer from whom we would buy two of our subsequent cars. I do remember the … [Read more...] about 1 Car, 2 Cars, Red Car, New Car
Talk less, say more
I have a dream . . . in which I’m sitting at a kitchen table with my cousins—very close cousins, whom I love dearly—and we’re reminiscing, schmoozing, laughing about old times at another kitchen table, in a small Brooklyn apartment, as mythical as it was real. We tease each other about the kids we … [Read more...] about Talk less, say more
A Time Capsule
Everyone has a different idea of “home." To some it’s the people who come to mind when you think of home, to others it’s a specific place. The year was 1995, and my parents were actually buying their first home. I was turning nine and not happy about it. The first two months of my life … [Read more...] about A Time Capsule
It’s a beautiful day; so why are you on Facebook?
Sure, you’re outside on your deck, laptop/iPad/iPhone/iWhatever at the ready. And you’ve set yourself a time limit, twenty minutes max. Only curiosity trumps will power once you start scrolling through status updates of friends, perusing pages you follow. Overload is an understatement, but something … [Read more...] about It’s a beautiful day; so why are you on Facebook?