Blue skies no lawns. First, Philly, then NYC, and now we live in Brooklyn, in a neighborhood that seems to hold a thousand secrets on every block.
Priscilla is probably telling me a knock-knock joke. Lately she has a knack for knock-knocks.
Here's a photo from a very muddy family trip to Costa Rica.
It's a boy! Hastings is eight months old in this picture.
Erich maps his next move. My husband loves to travel; he is very at home in the world. I am more at home in my home.
Our dog’s name is Edith, but we’ve inflicted lots of terrible nicknames on her. She is: Edie, Edie-beedle, Beedle, Beedy, Beedlix, Bee, Our Friend the Beedle, Beedlejuice, Chachi, Rachi, and The Rach
I’ve had my lamp girl for many years. She brings me good luck. She’d be the emotional object I’d save in a fire.
This is the first page of The Accidental Tourist by Anne Tyler. It was a gift to my grandmother, who gave it to me for inspiration. Always makes me smile.
My co-author Lisa Brown and I toured our book
Picture the Dead
in period costume. And I got to wear the mustache.
here's what six blocks deep looks like
about 2 hours ago
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