Twenty years ago today I married Pinckney. Best thing I ever did. Ever. (Photo by CCF Gachet)

I was torn between highlighting two of my favorite Audrey Hepburn/Breakfast at Tiffany’s* shiny objects. But since I no longer regularly use a long, slim, elegant cigarette holder (and no longer smoke cigarettes, for that matter), I decided to go with that symbol of late-sleeping decadence, the sleep mask. Here’s Audrey/Holly in hers–So adorable! I …Read More

Unless I’m swamped with deadlines, I find it hard to resist the invitation to write a little something out of my comfort zone. No matter that the invitation is open to every writer on the planet…So I was intrigued to read Galley Cat’s open call for contributions to the World’s Largest Literary Remix a while …Read More

  Whenever I’m about to check out of a hotel, I have a burning desire to leave something behind in the towels that remain, folded and unused, on the shelf in the bathroom. It might be a note, or a dollar, or a photograph, or a wind-up set of chattering, plastic teeth. I don’t know–just …Read More

My Dad. Japan, 1962

Visiting my parents’ house is like staying at a luxury hotel/model home where you might have to make your own bed, but the sheets are yummy-fresh, the food is fabulous, the bathrooms are spotless, the company is scintillating and there’s always some new, shiny object to keep life from getting dull. I always hate to …Read More

As we drove east this past week I saw a lot of stunning roadside memorials, fresh with Memorial Day decorations: flowers, stuffed animals, pictures, and flags. Roadside memorials seem to shout, to demand attention for the dead. But, colorful as they are, I never take photos of them. It seems exploitative, somehow. Intrusive. I’m always …Read More