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
Women who run with the wolves
March and April have brought a confused aspect to spring. The groundhog never really gets it right, but I love the lore of it all. A March blizzard threw things completely out of whack. Before the blizzard there was this in my front yard. Birds were visible, then seemed to go into hiding when … [Read more...] about Women who run with the wolves
What we talk about when we talk about love
How’s this for a trip down Memory Lane: It’s Valentine’s Day 1983. Just months earlier I met the man who would become my husband. Maybe not exactly a Tony and Maria West Side Story moment, but close enough. Suffice it to say I spotted him across a room, Tavern on the Green, to be exact, talking to … [Read more...] about What we talk about when we talk about love
The long and the short of it
Don’t have to be a writer to know we belong to a storytelling species. Conversation is just a prelude, the entry point to an anecdote begging to be shared. I’m not prone to especially long-winded anecdotes, but even I can get carried away. “The long and the short of it,” I’ll say, reaching the … [Read more...] about The long and the short of it
The minor fall/the major lift
Ask a writer why she writes and she’s bound to say it has something to do with her love of the places reading has always taken her. Stories are what we live by. Great writers tell them in ways that move us with profound insights—not to mention unforgettable characters. Then there’s the music of … [Read more...] about The minor fall/the major lift
Fiction Facebook Friendship
Tap your heels together three times, Dorothy. You always had the power. To go home. These days find me longing for some kind of yesterday. Can't say I loved high school (who really does?) but I can say I remember being enthralled by a book I was supposed to hate if for no other reason than … [Read more...] about Fiction Facebook Friendship
