My friend, Carol, passed away yesterday morning. I met Carol in NYC. We were neighbours on West 107th Street. This is no exaggeration: my life was enhanced tremendously when she entered into it. I feel so honoured to have known her. It isn’t just me. Everyone loved her because she had an open heart and … More Our Beloved Edith Carol
Every year spring rolls around and every year I look to it with a bit of skepticism. Oh – it lures me in and makes me start all kinds of crazy projects and I resolve to exercise more, eat healthy foods, cut back on sugar, plant a beautiful garden, write in my journal, organise my … More Edging to the End of April
Our Easter tradition is to meet up with friends for walks, talks, and good food so we’re on our way to our annual reunion. For those celebrating, Happy Easter.
To New York, that is. My dear friend, Carol, is not feeling well these days and so I decided to get right back on a plane to NY and give Carol some TLC. I had a wonderful visit. Thanks, Carol!! (I hope I didn’t hover and fuss too much. A little fuss is OK, though.) … More Oh Yeah…I Went There.
We’ve been blessed with sunshine this past weekend after several days of dreary, grey, rainy mornings — then afternoons. I happily did my errands in town on Saturday, stopping for coffee and wandering in and out of shops while enjoying the sunlight and the sort-of warm weather. Daffodils are everywhere. Little grape hyacinths, too. We … More Early Spring
The days have passed by like – like – like wildfire or a runaway train or something. They’ve been taken up with … I’m not sure what! I have had some work and so I’ve been in my studio a bit. I met with a garden designer — who is really my neighbour — … More Catching Up
My friend, Cristy, her husband, and her brother made their way over to England this past week and we were lucky enough to meet up with them in Bristol for a whirlwind tour of towns and cathedrals along the Welsh/English border. We all tumbled into the car, fastened our seat belts, and away we went, … More Cathedrals and the Divine
Well. I couldn’t pump my mother for any more stories about my sisters so the blogging was put on hold for a bit while I communed with friends, revisited old haunts, enjoyed the countryside, and reconnected with my family. Writing with an iPad has challenges as well so I’ll share some photos that I … More Old School and a Farmhouse
(My sister with our mom and dad) My dad’s nickname was Spike and he was known by that name by almost everyone. It also suited him down to the ground. He was short and stocky and he had a bad temper. We lived on tenterhooks in our house, as you can imagine. In his younger … More Road Rage Then and Now
It was a weird winter day here in Michigan: fog, rain, freezing temperatures and general yuck. Lucky for me, I was invited out for an afternoon with my friends, Cristy and Maggie. They turned a cold, grey day into something fun and magical — and magical is not an over-the-top expression in this case. I … More Fun and Games