Stopping To Think Every frame of the recently aired television production of Hilary Mantel’s, Wolf Hall, was magnificent; I cannot ...

Books and Beaches The Annual Summer Reading List I’ve always admired women who carry clutch bags, those exquisite, tiny creations...

Cannes Not No matter how hard we try, it is almost impossible to escape the culture of celebrity.   Even the casual observers -tho...

So Much Younger Now The pattern on the tablecloth was subtle but I was certain I c ould now draw it unaided, the result of staring ...

The Thunderstorm Companion The afternoon  cracked open and the air turned white with rain. The old cottage winced under cannonades ...

One Place Understood There wasn’t much to do in Jackson, Mississippi in the years between the wars.  Nights were quiet and the head...

The Literary Rabbit Hole Any voracious reader will tell you, this activity is fraught with tempting diversions.   One book can easily...

Out in my back garden on the first morning in May. Of course, this poem was being whispered through the rusting leaves.  “Afresh, a...

Life With a Happy Dog, the Best Kind of Life in the World A Spring List Perhaps it’s the way the light has changed.  No longer the t...