Muddling blackberries is a thing for cocktails. Google and see great recipes. Living in a disordered or confusing state…a muddled life…not so much. I am learning to rewrite the narratives in my head. If I had a quarter for every time J. has said there’s another narrative for (another side of)…
I’ve been thinking about those old, deeply patinaed French shutters, cleaned to a not-quite-but-near-boring finish. So much time at home…staring down the old proverb (Parkinson’s Law) work expands to fill the time allotted, making sure I don’t bill one unnecessary minute to a client project…I’m thinking about the patina of…
Inside 30 minutes I answered—easily five or more times—the same questions. Touching our rescued-from-consignment, restored antique pine dining table and motioning to the places around it, did you bring this furniture with you? Oh, I can see you sitting here and your husband sitting there and your friends around you.…
Robin Burns in NYC’s Fashion District with “The Garment Worker” by Judith Weller. In this table talk conversation with Robin Burns, retail manager of the iconic Webster House in Kansas City, she looks back at a time when women were moving into the boardroom and serving clients who needed to…
Juliet Rome got a little life and it made me uncomfortable. So I sat with my friends, The Three Questions: Who are you? Who are you not? Why do you do what you do? In recent issues of the medical drama we watch, a prominent diagnostician was brought in to…
J. eats podcasts in huge bites—in the gym, on his bike, in the car. He’s shared a few sticky things from a clinical psychologist, writer and speaker who challenges him. Put your shoulders back (bravely face the world and your difficulties), and creativity is a powerful antidote to depression. I’ve gotten…