Don’t let the bed bugs bite

Don’t let the bed bugs bite

I’ve been a sleepwalker since I was a kid, most notably in sixth grade when my best friend Malfrid moved back to Norway, and I sleptwalked up the street to her apartment building and sobbed on her landing because the door was locked and she was gone, and back...
Whirlwind to Atlanta

Whirlwind to Atlanta

I’ve been to Atlanta so many times that I have the mayor’s airport welcome message memorized, but in nine years traveling through ATL I’ve never set foot outside the airport. We remedied that this spring break week with a quick trip to the...

Sunday, Sunday

We ate on the porch for the first evening this year, a delicious meal of brown butter tortellini with lemon zest and balsamic, and arugula, and fresh baguette dipped in an olive oil mixed with red pepper and pink Himalayan salt I found in the cupboard and dedicated in...
Books, hearths, snow, and other happenings

Books, hearths, snow, and other happenings

I’ve been reading some awesome books lately, which is, I think, the loveliest way to snuggle up in the living room on a winter night with a new slate hearth and surround setting the stage for the blazing fire. I’ve always loved reading 18th- and...
A cold winter’s day

A cold winter’s day

Someone at work commented the other day that January is the worst month because there’s nothing to look forward to until spring. Of course, it was pouring rain that day, and our 100-year-old building was sucking in every single percentage of cold, clammy...