Monthly Archives: April 2011

I am glorying in spring right now, despite the fact that my book draft is due in just a week. I just can’t get enough of those tender, green trees and all the temperate, fragrant air.

One of my favorite things is when friends from different spheres of my life meet and become form friendships of their own. Recently, my favorite cheese writer and the most intelligent and fun wine guy I know have become friends. … Continue reading →

On Chestnut Street, facing west, waiting for the bus.

Yesterday, I learned that an old friend died far too young. I met Mike Malsbury through the First Unitarian Church Young Adult Group sometime in 2002 or 2003. He had recently moved to Philly and like so many of us, … Continue reading →

My friend Kate Payne recently published a book called The Hip Girl’s Guide to Homemaking. It’s a fabulous book, full of tips on how to make your house appealing and livable, even when you’re faced with financial limitations. I hosted … Continue reading →

The kitchen shelf on a busy Monday. I’ve been smacked in the face with hay fever and so my eyes are an itchy mess. I always tell people that I don’t have seasonal allergies and every year the pollen makes … Continue reading →

At the Hobby Airport in Houston, waiting for the first of two planes that will take us home. The wedding was such a joy, but I’m ready to be home. There is such deflation in the travel that comes after … Continue reading →

My dear friend Ingrid got married today. A cluster of us started out the day with her, getting pedicures and eating doughnuts. Cindy and I went with her to the salon for her updo and later did her make-up and … Continue reading →

On the way to Houston for Ingrid’s wedding. Though we’ve known each other for nearly six years, have been a couple for almost four and have been married a full 18 months, it was only the second airplane trip Scott … Continue reading →

Jars are something of a fluid object in my life. While there are a few that I am loathe to part with, the bulk are anonymous vessels that drift in and out of my life as I share my preserves … Continue reading →