These women were already smiling on Wednesday before seeing each other just because the seeing and the hugging was going to happen so soon. These women sat in bunches listening to speakers, nodding and noting both to absorb what was said and to encourage the sayers. These women kept careful tabs on each other so…
My family celebrates Christmas in January. Mom's decision to wrench the holiday from its December calendar square and push it a month was genius for our family because it's very, very, very hard to get all nine adults and five kids together at Christmas proper, plus the post-Christmas sales make for economical shopping. We love…
My corner of Facebookia is teeming with references to the Winter 2011 Residency at Vermont College of Fine Arts, my alma mater #3 (and the third time truly was a charm) from which I earned an MFA in writing almost six months ago. Now some great friends and fellow writers are gathering to earn their…
It would appear that, as a little girl, I enjoyed the companionship of stuffed bunnies. My interest in bunnies apparently began early. And it continued. My niece shares an interest in stuffed bunnies. "Bunny" is her best sleep buddy. I always thought my best sleep buddies had been my blankets, "Pretty" and "Fuzzy,"…
Even when I’m not reading about memory, I find I’m suddenly reading about memory. In the October issue of Vanity Fair, Jay McInerney visits El Bulli, "the world’s best restaurant,” run by chef Ferran Adrià. Before El Bulli closes to the public, McInerney got his chance to enjoy a 34-course meal. I read the article because…
