Of the 1-inch picture frame

A friend  asked me a few days ago why each of my posts is titled “Of….” My hero Anne Lamott has a tiny, 1-inch picture frame hanging above the desk where she sits… Continue reading →

of grazing

What kind of reader are you? I’m a grazer – always nuzzling about for a juicier blade of grass, a greener clump of leaves – and there is an ever-shifting clutch of books… Continue reading →

of Kinfolk

Sit down, quiet yourself, and watch this all the way through. (Don’t worry, it’s short!) Are you as moved as I am? I am so grateful for flashes of kindredness like this that… Continue reading →

of the furtive nap

There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a… Continue reading →

of the secret power of compliments

I rode Lotje languidly to the coffeeshop this morning, locked her to an obliging telephone pole, and stumbled in. My bright-eyed friend looked up from her newspaper, gave me a once-over, and told me I… Continue reading →

of the slow and simple lunch

I like slow days – the kind where I don’t shoo myself out of the house until one p.m., having spent the morning on some epic domestic task like turning a stale loaf… Continue reading →

of blah extermination, or DIY shoe graffiti

Sometimes it feels like I’m coasting on dreamy weekend vibes until Wednesday. My trusty steed Lotje and I have been floating around town, stoned on unexpected March sunshine. I’m not sure you’ve met… Continue reading →

of minding the gap, or the mad middle men

Poodle skirts. Bodacious beehive hair. Pastel kitchen appliances. Midcentury décor. Man Men frenzy. The 50’s are back with a vengeance, and it’s no wonder – they were utterly charming. And this charm is… Continue reading →

of winter and make-believe

When Lucy stumbles into the magical land of Narnia, she finds it in a state of perpetual, bitter cold – a curse has made it always winter but never Christmas. How I envied… Continue reading →