I am known, from time to time, to run away from the internet. There’s something unnatural about this digital world, about the way it beckons me and keeps me captive. It all started with two weeks in Italy a few…
The First Time: A Birth Story
The apartment is quiet and we are slow dancing to Tchaikovsky in the living room. Your little arm fits just so around my shoulder; your little head rests in the crook of my neck as you gaze out the window….
Civita di Bagnoregio: The City that Must Live
We were climbing a bridge to a city floating in the mist. A quiet mystery swirled around Civita di Bagnoregio. Our lungs fought to expand through our anticipation of what we would see beyond the gates. A man asked if…
Magic + Mood: A Garden Story
There is a sense of dramatic mystery with florals against a dark backdrop. The combination of dramatic darkness and soft bright foliage always reminds me of another era, another time, and when I look upon my own azaleas arranged prettily…
Family Secrets: I am my grandmother, reflected
When I was little, my grandmother called me her kindred spirit. “We’re February’s children,” she would whisper. “You’re Tuesday’s child,” she would emphasize. “Full of grace.” It was a spell, I imagined. A spell to bind my spirit to her,…
Staying Inspired through Creative Gardening
I always used to be intimidated by gardening. The thought of developing any skills of creative gardening was chased away by proof that I had a hard time keeping plants alive. But then something changed. I stopped telling myself that…