There are times when extreme loyalty to one season or place or endeavor in life prevents the ender that comes before the opener. My dear friend Susan has a lovely intuition for and acceptance of a season ending to make way for another. The fine artist Paula Plott Amos resisted…
A professional colleague posted this morning about the importance of learning/teaching soft skills. For that reason, this remains one of my favorite Juliet Rome Table Talk conversations (previously published May 18, 2022). Thank you, Christa, for sharing your gifts. My best balcony person played matchmaker for this Table Talk conversation…
I love Colorado. If J. and the altitude got along better, we might live there. I looked up through the skylight in the kitchen this morning to see the leaves on an old cottonwood tree more than 100 feet in the air shimmering like an aspen in the fall. They…
They skip along the upper rail of the Jenny Lind black-spindled DaVinci crib. Soft pine meets sore gums. Once more when I passed it this morning, I couldn’t bring myself to erase them with mother’s magic, a black Sharpie. They’re behind my why, the reason I love what I love…
I wondered this morning if you would serve us ortolan, a fellow book lover quipped as she left our home. She was joking, of course, as the practice of eating this French delicacy has, fortunately, for animal lovers like me who equate it with barbarism, been outlawed. I was, however,…
Backstory, soup to nuts is the second iteration of a Juliet Rome notepad, and it’s designed to give more space to noodle the day’s to-do list. Inspiration for the breadcrumbs notepad came from losing the trail to fabulous Staffordshire hunting dogs with prey in their mouths and picking it back…