It started with a movie. Sick (literally) to miss a young friend’s wedding, J. pulled up the blanket on my day in bed and turned on the 2006 romantic comedy starring Russell Crowe that my brother confesses to watching a dozen times. When I mentioned to him recently that I…
My best balcony person played matchmaker for this Table Talk conversation with international supermodel Christa Rude Vazeos. Few of us would understand what it takes for an American girl to move to Paris at 16 and, over 30 years of modeling on every continent except Antarctica, be found by…
The sprinkler systems have been turned on across our new neighborhood. Too much water, too wayward, it runs off. I like data so my mind wandered to where we might also be wasting resources (read spending too much money). One should never go to the grocery store hungry, but you…
One of the first gift’s our darling DIL (daughter in love) gave J. was a piñata for his birthday. This is the girl who brought from her family to ours the tradition of hats and party bead necklaces to punctuate a celebration, so no surprise when she shared this text from…
You are in my marrow, downtown. I love the first light of the skyscraper that is my tall neighbor in the morning darkness like I love the setting sun. I will miss the hiddenness of this place, the easy anonymity, the strangers who are friends in the minute on the…
I don’t often talk about faith matters here. It’s not like I could be canceled—my digital footprint is about the size of an ant—and a breadcrumb trail to the table is more winsome than standing in the road shouting that a banquet has been prepared. But it is Sunday and…