This is a story I’ve wanted to share for months. I’m motivated because there are loose threads of it everywhere I look. My mother continues to gift pieces of favorite collections. J.’s dad gave Alex an archival album filled to overflowing with collected clippings from every golf tournament he ever…
Category: Aspiration
JACK, LOSS AND THE BEANSTALK
I spent this cold morning thinking about Edison bistro lights, white geraniums, white bacopa, ivy and the 2020 annual of the year, Euphorbia. Diamond Snow grows densely rounded. Diamond Frost, to which last year’s growing adventure attests, will weave and poke its bright spirit into anything. And somehow that all…
THE CURATED LIFE
I need to finish paginating (appropriating pages of content) a 56-page magazine for a client today. Our senior art director declared he won’t design another page without knowing what he’s got to work with. He’s dual-designed every page he’s touched as both left- and right-facing because I haven’t done what…
SUN PEEKING THROUGH
I said hello early at the crest of the street. Brisk, isn’t it, I said, annoyed I was up and out so early and not wearing enough layers for the temperature. Yes, I love it, she replied from under her cap with the fur ball pom. Turning back, my ugh…
IN THE MIDDLE OF
I planted Pennisetum xadvena “Fireworks” fountain grass in the middle of red million bells. I got on the elevator with Bonnie this morning, pulling my mask up and in place because our neighbor got on too with her two elderly pups. “I slept in,” said this woman we discovered has…
CLAPPING FOR THEIR HOMEMADE GNOCCHI
Another beloved niece just said I do. In a wedding shower celebrating her, inside an intimate circle of advice, she sat storytelling about the time she spends in the kitchen with her groom. I have eaten the delectable evidence of their deep dive into culinary adventures I would never attempt.…