Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
Dear mom, please send tampons . . .
Like many other white Jewish girls from Westchester, NY, I spent the best summers of my life at sleepaway camp. When June rolls around, my camp friends and I, all still in touch,…
When the dust settles
‘The passage of time may change the nature of relationships, keep us from sentimentalizing a past that has no real place in our present; but that thing called love, when it’s…
Mother Nature
‘I value every drop of water I drink or that cleanses my body in this Dust Bowl-like, multiyear drought. I recycle everything that I can, I buy sustainable vegetables and meat, and it…
Happiness is . . .
‘In the truest of all possible worlds, happiness is that thing that knows we’re part of a greater whole, interconnected.’
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…
