Competition and Coexistence, Print vs. Online One evening last week, I attended a panel discussion that included several notables in the world of interior design and fashion, including journalists. The panel discussion focused on the intersection of design services, magazines, and online venues, blogging in particular, in the world of style. One of the participants […]
How to write a thank you note
Satiny stationery with your monogram? A fine, textured linen that feels light as a feather? Or do you prefer a gold-embossed note card? Yes. Sit. Savor your favorite ballpoint pen, or better yet, a sublime Waterman fountain pen (oh, a woman can dream). Let the ink flow languidly across the page. Take pleasure in the […]
Failure to Thrive
Failure to thrive, in its varied interpretations.
Fine friends, sweet treat, terse verse
I had a lovely surprise yesterday, when Amber at Making the Moments Count gave me cupcakes! And the number 101 figured heavily… I was worried for a minute… Surely I wouldn’t have to list 101 things about myself!?! Or describe spot patterns on 101 Dalmations? Would I have to rummage the bathroom shelves for my […]
Guys and Dolls: Blogging Awards
Thanks to the ever-gracious and courageous Wendy at Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired, I am the proud recipient of the Sugar Doll Award! I am particularly pleased to receive this from Wendy, because knowing she reads what I write matters a great deal to me. That my site provides both community and […]
Ah Chéri, I Never Spoke the Words
Flash Fiction: Paris rooftops, lost love.
Next generation marriage
“I want to get married,” he says. The words are fired off into the air and seem to settle there, stark and defiant, as though some invisible structure of wires and pulleys holds the phrase in place so I cannot turn away. Then each letter tumbles down through the air, disintegrating. These are special effects. […]
Letter to the new decade
Dear 2010, and the nine years that follow: I am bracing myself. I step over the threshold to meet you with awareness of my own fragility, shadows hovering, and a crystal ball that seems to be on the fritz. My machinery is in disrepair and I am past due for a talented handy man. I […]
The Life I Do Not Lead
Come closer. There is a dab of Chanel between my breasts. I have poured myself a drink. I am spread out on top of the bed covers, propped against red pillows in tangled sheets, caught in the turbulence of my sleeplessness, my nightly storm. Outside, the wind howls and releases, limbs bend and then relent, […]
Statements of Self, Drunken Drafts, and Other Threads
It’s been a scattered week. (Is it really only Thursday morning?) After seven blissful hours of sleep, I am more equipped than usual to muse on this and that, and offer a few observations on the self – how, and how much we offer to others – along with thoughts on colorful gloves, drunken drafts, […]