Liminality. It comes from the Latin word limen, meaning threshold. That place you find yourself standing in when one chapter has closed and the next has not yet begun. I did not know there was a word for it. A researcher by nature, I went looking, and there it was. In the context of death…
Sometime around the end of August, I start craving soup. The temperatures have not dropped yet. But something in me knows it is coming. In our house, Saturday is soup day. I put together a big pot of something warm, soup or chili or stew, and let it simmer while the weekend unfolds around…
Yesterday morning the call came. It’s time. My mom jumped from bed and raced to the hospital. My sister was already there. And then, Gary being Gary, he stayed. Perhaps he still had unfinished business. Perhaps there were people he wanted to see one more time. Whatever the reason, all day long friends and family…
There will be no book this week, no outfit, no movie, no walk report. Not today. I am writing this with a broken heart. I told you last week that my stepfather had gone into hospice. The doctors were quick to say it is not like the hospice of old, not the kind where the…
Two films, an English river cottage, and why I am waiting for the light Good morning, friends. It is time for Weekend Meanderings with Kim and Juliet. Join us as we share all the things that caught our eye and piqued our interest this week. Is it just me, or does anyone else get something…
Recipes for the table, three books worth clearing your schedule for, and a few things making this last stretch of summer better. Summer is slowly winding down, although you would not know it from the weather. This week, sitting on the porch after my morning walk, I heard a school bus rumbling down the road…
A ribbon of caramelized cinnamon sugar, layered right through the middle. This is the loaf that makes you want seconds. Every August the zucchini situation becomes a little overwhelming. The neighbors start leaving bags on porches without knocking. The farmers market has a table where the sign says FREE and everyone keeps walking past it…
Deep burgundy on my toes, pale taupe on my fingers, and a fall nail world full of chocolate brown. You know how I love my chocolate. Every spring and summer I read the nail trend reports with mild curiosity and then go do exactly what I was already planning to do. Fall is the one…
What a pair of twin fawns, a rogue Michelin-star chef, and a Georgian manor in Ireland have taught me about paying attention. I am not sure what it is exactly. Maybe it is because I leave my phone in my pocket and skip the podcast. Maybe it is because the world has not fully woken…
On showing up for a season you were not entirely rooting for, a summer well spent anyway, and the good work of turning toward what is coming. August arrived the way it always does, quietly and all at once. One morning you look up and the light is different. Not fall yet, not by a…
Films, house tours, fashion, and a weekend that arrived just in time Is it just me, or does Friday afternoon feel like the first real breath of the week? Not because the week has been impossible or my schedule has been impossible to manage, but just because. Yesterday arrived and something in me unclenched. I…
Recipes for hot days, three books worth your time, and a few things making this week better. There is something about a fresh haircut and color that puts a spring in your step, and I will be the first to admit I am always a little trepidatious walking in. My stylist has a talent for…
