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The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.-
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The Smile
I haven’t been here in a long time, and I’ve really missed it. I’ve missed you all! I’ve been in a vortex – tunnel – tidal wave – whatever you wanna call it of selling, buying and moving houses. And … Continue reading
Mise-en-place: a way of life
It’s no secret. I’m not very good at blogging while I’m working. I’m a freelancer, and the work I do requires full-on attention when I get it. Usually I’ll have three days or a week or three weeks (if I’m … Continue reading
Postcard #17: Never forget.
First thing this morning, almost, I went downtown to the Picasso exhibit at the Palazzo Reale. Even though it doesn’t include “Guernica,” the show starts with a massive projection of the piece in the amazing Sala delle Cariatidi, the Caryatid … Continue reading
Posted in ITALY, POSTCARDS, WHAT TO DO
Tagged caryatids, Guernica, memory, Milan, Palazzo Reale, Picasso, remember, Sala delle cariatidi, World War 2
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“Habituating” myself, Jefferson-style
I know it’s dreadfully tacky to begin articles, essays and thoughts in general with quotes, but indulge me. Being in the country makes me think about other people for whom country living is or was important. And so, sometimes, I … Continue reading
Posted in FRANCE, WHAT TO DO
Tagged country, lone tree, philosophy, Thomas Jefferson, walking
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Old thing. New life.
Vacation’s over. Time to get to work—scare up a project or two, roll up the shirt sleeves and apply some muscle. God knows there are enough of them (projects, I mean) lying around waiting to be ticked off the list. … Continue reading
Posted in FRANCE, WHAT TO DO
Tagged coral bells, gardening, gardening étagère, old ladder
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Hanging right out there
‘Tis the season—well, actually, when isn’t it?—to eschew your fine urban frocks and to hang out unselfconsciously on your own balcony. ‘Tis the season to be plucking dead leaves from your geraniums. Watering. Humming a mindless tune. Perhaps sipping on … Continue reading