Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
Every bag has its day
At the very beginning of The Museum of Innocence, Orhan Pamuk’s novel of obsessive love, the narrator buys his fiancée a designer handbag she’d spotted when they passed by a boutique the night…
In search of the perfect bag . . .
A lot of people believe in love at first sight—a pretty silly concept except when it comes to bags (and shoes). Okay, puppies, too. Earlier this year I stumbled on a beautiful olive…
Once upon a time . . .
During my post-college, single-in-the-city years, I almost never watched TV. Time spent alone in my Upper West Side digs meant time spent reading or listening to music—rock, classical, disco, jazz, whatever the mood…
Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
Sometimes I can’t help identifying with TV characters. When I wasn’t even close to Carrie Bradshaw’s age, my friends and I always assigned each other friend roles (I was once comically assigned the…
All you need is . . .
. . . a little twist on the theme of love First Love First love is always best. First kiss, the one rooted in…
No más?
Certain days/moments in your life are marked by instant recall—details as crisp and clear as the joy or sadness they give rise to—no pentimento shading of memories. Of all the profound things to…
