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…
First BLTs of the season, a thatched cottage in Dorset, and a novel about two sisters in two different versions of the same Ireland. The farmers market was full of everything that makes a summer Saturday worth leaving the house for: flowers, eggs, fat tomatoes, baked goods that required serious self-restraint. No cinnamon rolls this…
A few rainy days, the 6 a.m. world, a novel worth staying up for, and a filmmaker you need to know The rain came. It came for a few days in a row, and there is something about rain after months of dry, scorching heat that feels like an exhale you have been holding since…
Twelve books worth clearing your calendar for — new favorites, old friends, and everything in between Every June I make myself a small promise: this summer I will read slowly. I will savor. I will not stay up until midnight turning pages under the covers the way I did as a child during summer break….
