And I like it. My tattoo is a word, of course, because I live with words. In fact most of my decorating is done with words. I have the word “believe” in my foyer. “Happily Ever After” graces a sign by the front door. My kitchen wall has a host of words including John Lennon’s…
I just purchased new pans. Tuesday Morning was having a sale. I did some research, picked them up for a good price, and—hoo boy. Now that I have pans, I MUST cook, right? Or am I once more being caught up in my best intentions? This is a dangerous question for me. I have more visions…
Even though I no longer send my kids off to school, September still feels like the time for new beginnings. This is the time of the year when I start thinking about my goals and my dreams. This is when I roll up my sleeves and jump into a new project, especially since September and…
This week I took in the Monet exhibit at the Kimball Museum in Fort Worth. The show covered Monet’s later years when he was established, wealthy from his art . . . and going out of style. His paintings weren’t selling. The demand was for abstract art. And this exhibit was of one unsold vibrant,…
I value words. I have them all over my house and I do love writing them. This Christmas, two friends have given me new journals and I find myself marveling at the sheer beauty of blank pages. There is so much promise being offered. One journal was purchased on a trip to England. I’m delighted…
Dear Lisa Loopner— Thank you for being a nerd. Thank you for being earnest and naïve and corny. Thank you for letting your glasses slide down your nose, and punching ‘em up with one finger when you say to Todd, “That was so funny, I forgot to laugh.” Thank you for wanting to please your…