As morning rituals go, sipping coffee and reading are a constant, sometimes following meditation, sometimes a meditation of its own. Autumn and winter I have my indoor perch. Springtime and summer find me on my deck. This week has me caught up in The Quantum and the Lotus, as perfect a follow-up as … [Read more...] about Trees. Bees. A flirting bird.
Surfaces
I am by nature a person who likes order, everything in its place even if that place requires some reordering from time to time. Case in point: I have a thing for scarves. Just when I fear I have too many, I reorganize. Voilà—no more digging into a drawer to stumble on one I almost forgot I had. … [Read more...] about Surfaces
Go, Went, Gone
The week between Christmas and New Year’s always has me feeling a little in limbo. The twelve days of Christmas that underscore the holiday lore baffle me (though I’ll sing along for fun). As a Jewish woman, I have my eight days of Chanukah to lift and light my spirit. But it’s this seven-day … [Read more...] about Go, Went, Gone
The sound of one tree falling
I love taking pictures of trees, most often in autumn and winter. Watching leaves turn a glorious riot of color before they drop to the ground is a gift I never tire of. But there’s something even more compelling when they’re gone, and every knot on every tree trunk, every crooked limb, shows … [Read more...] about The sound of one tree falling
Stories begging to be told
Tell anyone you’re a writer and inevitably you hear these words—Oh do I have a story to tell! If only I knew how to get it all down. Maybe I could tell it to you and you could write it for me. “Writing isn’t particularly different from hibernation,” observes the polar bear/narrator in Yoko … [Read more...] about Stories begging to be told
Young at Heart
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
