Still pulling out these letters, that feel old and creaky even though they’re not long ago. I’m fascinated by how my perspective changes and I don’t even notice it. As cases start to rise again in mid- to late-July, Ramon is safely home from Madrid...
A bunch of years ago, my friends Liz and Andy held a Murder Mystery party, purportedly set on the Orient Express. We were all suspects of having killed someone and we had little cards saying how we would behave. Oh, I remember parties! With people! Those were the...
This is a silly enterprise but I’m enjoying going back through what has happened, in the form of letters I’ve written during lockdown. It is not all pleasant, because sometimes I’m baring raw parts of myself, but it’s amazing how much things...
More letters for you! For me this is another way of chronicling the coronavirus. If you like these, there are more posts of letters, for March, April, and June 2020, chronicling life and coronavirus and politics and relationships and, again, life. When I write a blog...
I’m looking back at the lockdown letters I wrote for another angle on how we’ve weathered this storm. I’ve always written long letters and during lockdown I’ve written more than normal. They’re both creative outlet and connection, and...
It’s time to show some exciting kitchen adventures. I could use the break from thinking about politics, which is as disgustingly craven and self-serving as it has always been, plus Trump. (Yo, Semite??? I used to think it was at least less awful when he read...
