June 11th, 2017

It’s a Paris Party

Sunday afternoon in Paris: a time to get together for an eleven-hour lunch with old friends.


June 10th, 2017

New Boules, and Musée Rodin

One of J’s goals on this trip: to visit OBUT, where the pros shop.


June 9th, 2017

À la Recherche de l’Oeuf Perdu (de Paul Arzens)

It is not an actual egg we seek, but the electric car built by Paul Arzens during WWII that he showed us when we were living in Paris in the late 70s.

June 9th, 2017

The Courtyard, and Beyond

Ideal day: begin with this view at breakfast, then wander the streets.

June 8th, 2017

Paris, Pigeon, Poutres apparentes

The best of all places to begin a Paris sojourn: on a bench in the Jardin du Luxembourg. (But maybe without suitcases.)

June 7th, 2017

Romance in France

Off to France (where my husband and I spent our honeymoon) to celebrate a Major Wedding Anniversary.

May 8th, 2017

Bravo les Français

Ils ont été plus sages que les Américains.




Uncle Mike

Maurice Sendak

May 1st, 2017

May Baskets

Happy May Day, everyone.






April 28th, 2017

This Fight is Our Fight

The amazing and inspiring (and very funny) Elizabeth Warren reading from her new book, This Fight Is Our Fight, and answering questions from a packed house at Politics & Prose’s Sixth and I event on Monday. Thank goodness there are at least a few members of Congress who are intelligent, well-informed, straightforward, and genuinely concerned about the welfare of ordinary human beings.


March 26th, 2017

Loveliest of Trees

I am experimenting with the eBay auction as a venue for my paintings, and I am beginning with “Cherry Blossoms,” a seasonally appropriate work. It begins tonight and ends April 2nd. (You can find it here.) And with this painting I include my favorite cherry blossom poem, from A. E. Housman’s A Shropshire Lad.


Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

–A.E. Housman