I don’t know about you, but to me, 2011 just flew by. And here we are on the brink of 2012! Around this time of year, it seems like everyone is doing some sort of retrospective of the past 365 days—ranging from wistful reminiscing to clear-eyed analysis…
I spent the Christmas holiday with my mom. And one morning, I observed that she had many colorful vignettes involving vegetables, plants and flowers scattered around her house…
For the Christmas holiday, my mom was kind enough to host Andrew and me at her lovely home in Exton, PA. While she hasn’t put up a tree since my dad died twelve years ago, I thought she did a fine job of decorating her house with little festive flourishes.
Let me now take a stab at dispelling a common myth that crops up around Christmastime. There are some folks who insist that enjoying the holidays requires cold weather, the delightful anticipation of a snowfall, and the warm coziness of a crackling fire…
Today’s post is my mini love letter to the City of Lights. Ah yes, Paris. I was lucky enough to spend my junior year abroad there—from 1993 through 1994—and was smitten…
This past weekend while walking along Georgetown Waterfront Park (which is quite a lovely destination in DC and reminds me just a teensy bit of NYC’s phenomenal High Line), I saw this Monarch butterfly among fluffy purple New England aster…
I’ve been making a conscious effort to be more aware of my surroundings. Be more present. Be more mindful…
Patterns in print…