In 1809, Meriwether Lewis shot himself in a boarding house 70 miles shy of Nashville, Tennessee. He was heading home to what is now my home, Charlottesville, Virginia. Three years earlier, he and his partner, William Clark, had returned from… Read More ›
Last month, we spent 10 days in London and Paris. The trip started as a meetup in London with our daughter, Taylor, planned months ago when we thought we’d still be living in Paris and could easily pop over. Things… Read More ›
My last post received comments. And emails. Thank you for each of them. One reader simply said, “May you dance at Jack’s wedding.” I’ve thought a lot about this comment lately. It was clearly a well-wish for Jack’s future, but… Read More ›
February 5th began as a normal Tuesday in Paris. Friends were in town. We ate lunch at our favorite restaurant. The sun shone. It was pure pleasure. That evening, I received a flurry of texts. A phone call. In an… Read More ›
It’s been eight Thanksgivings since I purged my turkey roaster, sold my double oven and threw in the house as part of the deal. Thanksgiving stopped being my headache. As a matter of fact, it stopped being anything at all…. Read More ›
