Two of our beautiful nieces are getting married. When our holiday bride was small she silently and tearfully retied her laces ten dozens of ways until she believed they were perfect. Our spring bride was pure play and sunshine or storm clouds. My wish for them is that they will…
A table talk with my baby grand
Our daughter Jordan and I took the streetcar to the city (historic farmers) market last Saturday. So many growers. Types of produce so unusual and fanciful they looked like they should be sewn on hats. Riots of flowers, all just $10 a colorful bunch. Every ethnicity. Every opportunity to feel…
To the junk boys, with love
Moving is oh, so hard. I have just spent a year editing furniture, art and accessories. In the first 30 minutes of our well planned and, to my way of thinking, organized move, our familiar mover Dax (familiar because he has helped us over the year of editing) told J.…
A table talk: on life downtown and a defense for science
On the Sunday my table talk with Gail Derreberry posted she texted me to say, thank you for helping me understand my journey. I’ve thought about that a lot. Do we live in the middle of our lives and miss really seeing our lives? Thank you, Gail, for inspiring this Juliet…
What’s your weather?
I love nature. Dew on roses in early morning. Vast fields of sunflowers raising their heads. The chorus of cicadas in summer. Rhythmic winds that sound like ocean waves. They’re harmony. But wind also destroys and water rushes in and rises. Fire and ice. J. will sometimes ask me, based…
Not so keen on getting out of my pajamas to do the highest thing
In the middle of another organizing project, I found notes from a few years ago when I was captivated by the idea of summum bonum, a Latin expression introduced by the Roman philosopher Cicero that means the highest good. I thought it would be amazing to write a memoir of…