Every once in a while you read about someone who just flies above the radar. So exceptional. In his/her own category. I chanced upon such an artist/architect in the April issue of The World of Interiors: I was struck by…

I love this passage in Zadie Smith’s book, Feel Free, where she quotes Seneca (the Greek philosopher) : “We are in the habit of saying that it was not in our power to choose the parents who were allotted to us,…

I woke up this morning fit to be tied. My brain was goooooing. When I run into anything I can’t solve emotionally, my brain is sure that if I THINK enough, I’ll find my way. Rarely is that true. The…

I was viewing an excellent social media tutorial which started out with the assumption that everything on the web is contending for the viewer’s … attention. You guessed it. And how to “win” in this game. It struck me. That…

I don’t know. Is Peaches orange? Hmmmm… For the past couple of days, Victor was visiting and we were listening to classical music on WCRB – streaming it in. He had found the station for me; he listens to it…

Quite by mistake, I published a post with NO writing. I left you wondering, no doubt, what that word meant? I had JUST discovered it today and was so excited to share it. I guess too excited!!! It was in…

My wall fell down! The plow pushed the snow. And the frozen snow pushed the wall over. It’s not held with any fill. The wall is just the art of the stone wall builder. Truly an art. He’ll come over…

Running for me is like crack. It feels so good, it’s addictive. It’s something I love, I crave. I get hooked on it. Some people love to travel through the skies, overseas. My travel: the open road. Human speed. Out…

Can you see it? Can you spot that white bloom? The crocus??? It sits at the foot of a four foot mound of snow. Melting snow. Outside feels so warm all of a sudden. But a bloom? After last week’s…

Can you see all those little branches at the top of the tree going all “sproingy”, jumping up straight towards the sky? And can you sort of see how this poor tree has been massacred by my too-dull cutting sheers?…