The first time I saw an image of Tasha Tudor, I thought I was looking at someone living in a previous century. Tasha, named Starling Burgess at birth in 1915, was a New England illustrator and writer. She died in 2008, a woman who had dared to live authentically in...
The first time I heard about Mercury being in Retrograde, I almost flipped out! This was a few years back when the movements of the planets were obscured by my profound interest in the Moon, in fact, I think the Moon and I went steady for a while there. Coming out of...
Heroin, I’ve heard, promises all kinds of good things. New things. Good feelings, hopeful, blissed out nirvana where the sun always shines and we get to start all over again. The past is forgotten, there is only this moment of future possibilities. And it feels so...
Do you ever wish for a festive holiday drink that doesn’t involve alcohol? I do. I don’t drink much—just the odd Bailey’s over ice in winter, and hard apple cider on a hot summer day. Wine makes me sleepy and hot (yes, both kinds of hot) but I never drink in public...
I’ve always been a real tree kind of gal. I swore I would never buy fake. The whole ritual of cutting down a holiday tree with our children was something I adored; from our excitement, to the smell of fresh fir, to the hot chocolate or cider served at the tree farm,...
