Karen felt conspicuously nerdish in her Renfest dress. Her mom had found the pattern on Etsy—a gown for a medieval lady-in-waiting—and got a great deal on blue brocade threaded through with gold. But Karen drew the line at wearing the
Textures
My mother and her mother in the living room, surrounded by the textures and patterns of their lives, which, eventually, disintegrate to dust, scattered by the four winds. One can almost feel the velvety sofa, crocheted threads of the piano
Medusa’s Hairdresser
I prepare my “box of tricks” for a client who insists that I travel to her home to tend to her coiffure. It is not an easy trip by any means but she pays very well and I dare not
Postmarked from Nice, France, May 22, 1924
Dearest Clara, Papa and I arrived at the Hotel Negresco on Tuesday. It has only been open for a few months but is most elegantly appointed! We met up with Herbert Suttle on the Promenade yesterday and inquired about his
I know you’re waiting with bated breath…
A blog will be coming in time.