It was the Thanksgiving before last, and our family was gathered in Charlottesville, Virginia. In keeping with tradition, as we sat around the table each of us shared a personal thanks. This particular year, we added a caveat—we could only… Read More ›
It’s been an unforeseen start to 2024. In December, we decided to spend January in Paris. The winter days are short and dreary, but not snowy. They are cold, but seldom freezing. It’s a fallow time, and fallow was what… Read More ›
January is here, and the busyness of the holidays is thankfully over. Don’t misunderstand me; I love Christmas more than the average human. But I’m also happy when it’s time to revert to my normal life and its normal rhythms…. Read More ›
I saw my first Vermeer when I was around ten-years-old. It came together over the course of countless months as I watched my grandmother needlepoint a myriad of colors stitch by stitch into a piece that she christened My Little… Read More ›
We had just crossed the border from Spain into France last month when Pat sighed and said, “It’s nice to be back home.” It was, to my mind, an odd thing for him to say. I think of Pat as… Read More ›
The World In Between 