Sunday, July 21, 2019

Latest Binge

Wow. It's true. Fleabag is really, really good.

Thursday, July 4, 2019


Oh yes. We needed this.

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Spring Travels

Ben and I were glued to the window as we watched the airplane's shadow traverse the textured landscape. Arctic terns dipped among the lupine that carpeted the sides of the road. We ate and slept as wind buffeted everything in sight.

We made our way down narrow lanes through fields of wheat lit by poppies in search of the gate to Janie's chateau. Framing the window, roses bent their heads in the pelting rain as I held my sleeping child. We swam and watched a swan preen on the banks of Lake Geneva. We ate. We read in the quiet of the heat wave.

We drove and drove until we were hemmed in by stone walls. Lavender hummed with the industry of bees and Ben saw every abandoned space as a potential chicken coopWe ate and ate. We slept in rooms made as dark as caves. We celebrated Robbie and Morgan's marriage and cats reigned supreme next door.

We retreated to higher ground on the flanks of spent volcanoesWe walked through grasses rich with wildflowers, sprays of violets and foxglove. Ben took his first showerShadows were softened by candlelight and we bowed each time we crossed a thresholdEvan found a French board book and puzzled out its rhymes. We drifted asleep and awoke to crickets and cowbells. 

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Dead To Me

This new Netflix show is dark, smart and funny. Messes with your head a bit, but worth the ride.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Tiny Love Stories

I love this Modern Love series in the New York Times. What could be better than truth at a hundred words or less? A collection of those truths. Yup, that's better.

Friday, May 17, 2019

If Only

To all women who nurture and bring to life, who create and sustain.

Thank you for risking, for choosing love.

Baby news abounds these days-- some of it sweet

and much of it sour.

Oh, baby.

May our reverence for life and women grow.

Monday, April 15, 2019

And So It Begins

Sunday nights for the next six weeks are spoken for (at long last).