Everybody has to die of something. I didn’t say “everyone” on purpose. Every Body has to die of something. Yet we cannot bear to let a loved one die. We don’t much like to think of our own death….
Sean Kinch makes a strong case for Hilary Mantel’s new novel, The Mirror and the Light (in his socks, from his back porch, making quarantine look good). He calls his review a “nudge to fence sitters,” and I think you’ll…
I got in bed at 3:00 yesterday afternoon and took a nap. Did I need a nap? I did not need a nap. I was feeling listless. Adrift. On a walk with my husband later in the afternoon, he had…
It rained and stormed all day in Nashville – the soggiest Easter I can remember. I spent a peaceful morning in bed with 2 Strawberry Pop-Tarts, a cup of hot tea, the New York Times, and my iPad. During the…
A friend brought me a bag of her homemade granola just because. Who knew granola could taste like love? Another friend brought me some daffodils. Are daffodils still blooming somewhere in Nashville? Apparently they are – and they look like…