What a week this has been for America. There is so much I want to say but instead I am sharing a poem by Shannon Wills that expresses my feelings more eloquently than I can.
At first, I was inconsolable hearing the news about Golden Gate.
As I wrote in my last blog, Our Golden Gate Adventure (and I thank all of you for your wonderful comments), I was joyful to [...]
Twenty years ago, my husband Marshall and I found, fell in love with, and purchased a funky old white stucco house with a rusty red tile roof. We have been camping out in her rooms on top of a [...]
A few days ago, I bought a carton of sour cream, a box of Lipton’s Onion Soup & Dip Mix and a burly bag of Kettle Potato Chips. I was convinced I needed this fattening, guilt-ridden Texas [...]
I woke up in an unbearably dark, gray birthday mood a week ago contemplating the first line in T.S. Eliot’s seminal poem, The Waste Land. Since then, I learned Eliot and his wife caught the [...]
Since we last connected, after the world changed, I’ve managed to pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again, as the song goes. After all, it is spring!
Here in California, I have been sheltering in place for three weeks while experiencing the following: utter disbelief and despair, intolerable anguish, abject fear and loathing, pulling my hair [...]
While the blog has been on hiatus and I have been consumed with the full-time, often overwhelming business of remodeling our home on Belvedere Island, a strange thing happened. The world changed. [...]
I’ve been catching up on website comments and e-mails in our last days here in Santa Fe, and I thought this might be a good opportunity to post some of the issues readers have asked me about [...]
Marshall and I are approaching the end of our summer in Santa Fe. The August sun is setting into the Sangre de Christos a little earlier each night, but the high desert days are still hot and [...]
