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On the Nightstand
My nightstand is covered with good books because I want choices for my just-before-bed reading. Sometimes that time is a mere few minutes and I want the last things that fill my head…
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Life Wins
Don’t hate me but I don’t like spring. I am an autumn girl – I love the tension of blue sky and falling leaves, sunshine coupled with crisp air. Truth be told, something…
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Love and West Side Story
My flu shot didn’t work this year and so I’ve been sick abed in the Land of Counterpane for days on end. After I read the last two Vogues, more of Molly Peacock’s…
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“Embroidered so with flowers…”
I like nothing better than a good embellishment. Not the Christmas sweater variety, but a slightly fancy, pretty little thing on a belt, handbag, or shoe. And mostly I like flowers. The problem…
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School Days
I attended Marlborough Jr. High School in the late sixties. It was run by the strong arm of Principal Leo Brennan, a stoic ex-military, ex-professional football player of enormous size and few words.…
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Linda
Linda rented our upstairs apartment – the one with the palladian window, French doors, claw-foot bathtub, and hardwood floors. The day she moved in, I just knew she belonged there. I glimpsed…
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Mrs. Delany
I must tell you about a book that has been entrancing me for several months. “The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begins her Life Work at Age 72” by Molly Peacock has been on…
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Hat Lady
I am a hat lady. I wear them. A lot. I love straw hats in the summer but I especially love winter hats. I would not have been caught dead in a hat…
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A Time and Place
I put my homecity in the rearview mirror right after college and until recently, I never looked back. It wasn’t a town but a mini-city and one with a identity crisis, small town…
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Winter Becomes Us
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invinciblesummer. ~Albert Camus I have no quarrel with winter and I love that January’s promise is to begin anew.…
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Dress Code
Tonight is Christmas Eve and even though I have a small house with limited seating, my annual party has a dress code. I don’t expect ball gowns and tuxedos but I do expect…
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When Christmas Happens
I never know the exact moment when Christmas happens for me. It could be the day I trim the tree, the afternoon I settle in with Victoria’s A Woman’s Christmas, or the private…
