Craig and I were guests at a dinner party last month, hosted by one of our favorite couples, Roberta and Bob, in their enviable new home. The house gleams with clean contemporary lines, white walls, pale oiled ash floors and chic modern light fixtures. Everything is tidy, fresh and crisp. Continue Reading →

Ian was born at the end of April, which meant it was perfect stroller weather in Washington, DC, where we lived when he was born. Perfect weather to take the world’s most colicky baby outdoors, where he lay in his stroller, screaming and squirming pretty much without end. Sleep was Continue Reading →

It turns out that I’m not great at writing while I travel, and traveling has been the name of the game lately, with more to come. I’m also really bad at writing while jet-lagged, which explains the long gap since my last post. Right now, of course, I’m busy cooking, Continue Reading →

The afternoon sun doesn’t merely beat in through the rear windows of my home. On hot days, it pummels, it pulsates, it knocks me flat. There were too many of those days this summer. In the evenings, we’d fling the windows open, trying to catch a cooling breeze. First thing Continue Reading →

Brothel. The word surfaced this week in a suitably sordid way, when Lamar Odom was found near death in one. And it came to mind again just yesterday, when I was enjoying some downtime with Ian, who is home from college on fall break. Regarding the word twice in one Continue Reading →