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It’s been hard to write full pieces this year, instead I must offer you the smallest things ... The slice of lemon cheesecake bought on Friday to eat on Easter Sunday - in a white box in the refrigerator - and the way I cut the sheerest slices from it each night...

One of the interesting parts of my work, and the work of anyone who works for themself, is sharing it with the world, marketing it. You can create a beautiful offering, but if you don’t let people know about it you’ll be the only one at the party. This is what I was...

I wrote this entire blog post in my sleep this morning. Which is to say, I dreamed that I had to make all these pies - savory and sweet - for a wedding, but that I’d put the task off - probably because pie making intimidates me - all those special things you have to...

Well, I finally got the courage to ask my 83-year-old Mother if she wanted to spoon with me in bed.  I’d been wanting to ask her to cuddle for days, ever since my daughter and I arrived at her house earlier in the week. My Mother’s house is small, perfect for one,...

(From a line from a Marie Howe poem of that same name.) Not the way I set my alarm for 5am so I could get up and make her coffee before she set off for 12 hours on the road. Not the way we sat across from one another at the kitchen table in the dark, her blond hair...

Prior to Covid, I was one of those people who liked to say things like, “change is inevitable,” and “everything is transient” - the words floating out of my mouth, making me sound like the good Buddhist I wasn’t. I wasn’t a liar, I just didn’t know what I was talking...

As I write this, my 24-year-old daughter is working remotely from the kitchen table in the next room. She works for a large, California-based clothing company, and while their brick and mortar stores all over the world have closed, the ecom team - which Ruby is a part...

Bear with me: I want to tell you what happens when you let life do its thing to you. That’s how my old therapist, Gary used to talk about situations you didn’t love, but which were happening anyway, despite what you might have preferred. “Just let it do its thing to...

In 25 years a younger person - our children or a grandson or a niece - will turn to us and ask “What was it like when the virus came? What did people do? How did you live?” I’d want to tell them about the prom dress that my friend's daughter ordered, and which arrived...