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Vesper’s Handbag
I did something I have never done before – I watched a Bond film. I caught Casino Royale on a recent rainy Sunday. Violent, bloody and for me, hard to completely follow, I…
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Better Days Ahead
Many years ago, a friend whose life I thought perfect, let me read a card her husband had given her. Inside was a simple handwritten line: “Better days ahead”. As I was to…
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A Kindred Visit
I recently drove six hours to visit my dearest friend for four days. It was way too short. We began anew at the spot we left off – where the heartsong plays. Comforting,…
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The Kind of September
“The early morning light was over everything and summer had glanced back and waved a fleeting hand at the day with soft airs and the lingering warmth of sunshine.” One of my dearest…
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Something about Heroes
This handsome chap is a friend’s grandfather. His picture received a lot of attention on my Instagram account. Knowing how much I love old photographs, even those of people I don’t know, my…
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A Morning Letter…
…or email can set the tone for the day. Here, Mother has run out to the mail box in her sweet little nightgown (needlepoint Alencon lace forming enchanting triangles in primrose pink) and…
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Spring Miscellany
Last month I saw the film The Woman in Gold with my daughter. I was not expecting to be so swept away by the plight of Maria Altmann as she attempts to…
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Walk Away Renee
A few years ago, I stumbled upon a song that I suddenly realized is forever part of my life’s soundtrack. When it came on the radio that day, I was instantly transported to my hometown’s Main St. walking…
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My Favorite Holiday
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Except for cooking and entertaining, it asks nothing of us except to love one another. I could list here all the things I am grateful for but it would…
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Football Love
That possibly innocent observation by Henry had an instant and cruel effect on Lavinia: it took her back vividly to Soldiers’ Field at Harvard. Oh! twenty years ago or more. She had to close her…
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Ball Gowns and Wedding Dresses
A few weeks ago, my daughter tried on her very first wedding dress. She was a little shocked at the restricted way the dress felt and the weight of it. I reminded her…
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When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d…
Those are Walt Whitman’s words. The poem seems to be an ode to spring but in his later years, Whitman admitted he was writing about the tragic death of Abraham Lincoln. That April, the lilac…
