go shawty

There was a golden birthday. The birthday girl stomped home in a cloud of ill humour after picking a dumb fight with someone she adores. Then she tripped straight into a lair of all… Continue reading →

follow this formula

A good lie in.  A lazy cuppa obtained from your favorite bearded coffee purveyor. Now lace up your boots and ramble into the countryside. Do stop for a slice of lemon meringue pie… Continue reading →

al fresco

This green & coral glory of a salad. With these truffley, ashy, and sharp treasures procured from the cheesemonger’s cave of wonders on the Twijnstraat. And the stone fruit, almost too pretty to… Continue reading →

following the flare

I walked home from work in one continuous stripe of sunlight past the canal-side patios crowded with burnt shoulders.  Past the old slanted houses with their dimpled windows squinting in this improbable burst… Continue reading →

like family jewels

Place me like a seal over your arm. I wear Mimi’s gold monogram on my ring finger. Don’t let mercy and truth forsake you, bind them around your neck. And Grandma’s Tibetan lapis beads… Continue reading →

winterfell

Oh it is ON. Welcome to town, December! Pleased to see ya round these parts again. Exactly one year ago we were packing our bags for a whirlwind traipse across the States to… Continue reading →

Yes to Maastricht

As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to… Continue reading →

la vie en cozy

  I’m in love with the darkening autumn evenings that send us inside to brood. Fuzzy dotted socks, fuzzy paisley sweater…all bundled into the pose I mimic from my yoga guru/calico kitten who… Continue reading →

poems in plainclothes

You already know that my eye collects things.  Prolifically. So much that it’s been whining for a theme song. So I wrote it one.  plainclothes poems, the song is called. Shall I show you… Continue reading →

of the truth about loving

Exhibit A, 2009: Two crazy kids, nonchalant and confident that they will rock ‘this marriage thing.’ Exhibit B, 2012: Two shaken-up kids. The nonchalance seared off quick, like a slick of kerosene on… Continue reading →