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the sheltered corner by our garage
Since December, the sheltered corner by our garage has been a vacant place—literally (except for the litter of leaves and dirt, and bags set out for recycling, and, in deeper cold, the heap of snow...
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I love it when friends send me recipes. Here is one from a friend who is an inspiration to me as an artist, writer, traveller, mother, woman—Janice Sorensen. (One of her presents to me for my wedding:...
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people who live in ranch houses should be able to wash their own windows. or i should. that’s what i decided this morning, staring out at the bright, brassy day through windows streaked with dirt,...
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white stone
When my children and I drove to Florida for their Spring Break, we talked, as the miles rolled beneath us, about seeing their grandmother, and their grandmother’s dog Buddy—a dog who is beloved to...
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gardening
I’ve been laying low these last few weeks, moving with my kids through the end of school and doing other much needed work, including a major revision of my novel Sing for Me. It’s a humbling and...
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on feasting and hunger
As an only child whose parents—are deceased, gone, in heaven? have shaken off this mortal coil? have passed away? passed through the veil? when, oh, when will I find an easy way to say this? whose...
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conviviality
Just home from general tintabulation. Here’s the tintabulation-invite my husband Greg sent out this week: You’re Invited to the Great Feast, an Art Show, A Happening, A Feast with Real Food. This...
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flowers and funicolare
I am sitting in the inner garden of the 15th century (not 16th, as I first thought) palazzo in which we have lived, these last few weeks, watching the palazzo’s white cat sharpen his claws on the...
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flowers and funicolare
I am sitting in the inner garden of the 15th century (not 16th, as I first thought) palazzo in which we have lived, these last few weeks, watching the palazzo’s white cat sharpen his claws on the...
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outside my bedroom window: broken ground
It has been over six months since I last posted here. This astonishes me. I am trying to understand why the long delay. In honor of David Letterman’s recent leave-taking, here are the top 10 reasons...
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BROKEN GROUND Book Cover!
Here it is! As with SING FOR ME, Beth Adams, my editor at Simon & Schuster/Howard Books, and the imprint’s art director, Bruce Gore, were kind enough to include me in the discussion as they...
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Uncensored, friends.
“Enter title here.” That’s what it says just above where I’m writing now. Those of you who blog know what I’m talking about, along with those of you who don’t blog, I’d lay odds. Titles are hard. At...
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