Love Notes

Sep 24, 2023

9/11/23 Towers of Emotion

Today brings a whirlwind of emotions. September 11th. Lest we never forget. September 11 is also my darling late mother's birthday. And as you read this, I am in Lucca, Italy, celebrating a dear friend's 60th birthday with a bevy of special friends, new and old. I can't wait to tell you more about that.

For today, let us take pause to remember how lucky we are. Lucky to live in this fractured but perfectly imperfect democracy protected by men and women of boundless honor and bravery. Lucky to have the special people in our lives who make our heart sing. READ MORE

Sep 24, 2023 • #fall #summer

9/4/22 Summer Love's Labour Lost

How is it possibly Labo(u)r Day? Shakespeare knows, "Summer's lease hath all too short a date."

As we begin to enter the slow windy curve which chauffeurs us into fall, I think at least some of us are excited - soon we can wear boots and cashmere sweaters on a daily basis! Scents of the harvest will beckon from the kitchen - roasted delicata squash, baked apples and hearty autumn soups. Evenings by the fire pit await, along with crisp nights sleeping with the windows wide open. READ MORE

Sep 24, 2023 • #bride #summer #wedding

It's the Little Things 8/21/23

"One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats"
Iris Murdoch

'Nough said.

Aug 17, 2023 • #gnocchi #light #maine

White Light 8/14/23

This is my morning coffee view for the next few weeks. I am a lucky girl, and I know it. My morning routine is a long loop walk, ending at the local store where I buy a cup of coffee and sit and admire this view. My habit started some 30 Augusts ago, same loop but at a jog, and no sitting at the end. Then the jogging was replaced by pushing a baby stroller. Then a baby and a toddler stroller. Now a walk and a sit. A walk and a sit and a think. READ MORE

Jul 25, 2023 • #martha's vineyard #summer #water

Swimmingly 7/24/23

One of my favorite summer memories is from a late afternoon in July, about five years back. It was a blue bird sky day, and I was sitting on a beach on Martha's Vineyard, with my dear friend Beth and her husband. My flight back to Washington was taking off around 7:00 that evening, and I was dreading leaving what might go down as one of the best beach days of the summer. Worse still would be dragging my favorites hosts off the beach early, in order for me to take a shower before heading to the airport. Gazing out towards the few remaining swimmers, a little voice popped into my head, inadvertently channelling my ten year old self, "So what if you don't take a shower before your flight? What would be so bad that would happen then?" READ MORE