I have a crazy, crazy love of things. I like pliers, and scissors. I love cups, rings, and bowls -not to speak, of course, of hats. I love...

  I love to shop. I refuse to think that's a bad thing. It's not as though I'm depriving anyone of anything.  There's no bab...

Last night I cooked my socks in the microwave by mistake. What to do when you’re so absent minded? As well, I have frequently refrigerate...

Some days you have to turn off the news and listen to the bird or truck or the neighbor screaming out her life. You have to close all the...

A dark-haired woman on the third floor of an apartment building I am walking past in elegiac September steps onto her balcony to water the h...

  Do they ever want to escape? Climb out of the white pages and enter our world? Holden Caulfield slipping in the movie theater to catch the...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding mornin...

How suddenly the private is revealed in a bombed-out city, how the blue and white striped wallpaper of a second-storey bedroom is no...

I took a wrong turn the other day. A mistake, but it led me to the shop where I found the very thing I'd been searching for. With my bro...

  I hope all of you will read  Trudy Krisher's ON THE MARCH. And then recommend it to others. Reading this wonderful book had me rememb...

Some of you might know that I have a fairly sizable personal library of books about Paris. I'm constantly looking for new additions, so ...

  is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in B...

  What luck—an open bookstore up ahead as rain lashed awnings over Royal Street, and then to find the books were secondhand, with one whole ...

Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word 'Save' by Dobby Gibs...

  With no wind blowing It sifts gently down, Enclosing my world in A cool white down, A tenderness of snowing. It falls and falls like sleep...

  We danced until dawn. I slept with My earrings on.             - - - Valeda Bell

Yesterday I had my first manicure in over two years. I chose a subtle pale pink color with tiny flecks of sparkle. Then ran across this po...