I made these ice cream sandwiches last night. And I don’t mean to be glib, but sometimes sugar and chocolate ARE enough.
(Hint: It’s not drinking a martini. That, I can do well.) Continue reading »
(“Sunday Morning,” photograph by Eudora Welty)
Before her literary career took off, Eudora Welty, one of the great writers of the 20th century, used to snap photos. She had a job as a junior publicity agent for the W.P.A. (Works Progress Administration, started by Franklin Roosevelt in 1935, to jump start the economy) and traveled through rural Mississippi, taking pictures of people coping with the Depression. Continue reading »
This image is of a sculpture, “Prince Charming is an Asshole,” by Ann Magnuson. It’s part of the exhibition, “30 x 30,” opening April 11, at the Art Queen Gallery in Joshua Tree, California.
I recently found my way to Marybeth Bond, an intrepid traveler, who has written countless books on the subject. I consider myself a travel wimp, and by that I mean, I’m mostly a fan of upgraded flights and lovely hotels with all the amenities. For years, I’ve considered camping the “C” word. Marybeth has been everywhere, the hard and the easy way, and I’ve got a lot to learn from her experience. Continue reading »
What does it mean to have a life of good fortune? Do you need wealth, a beautiful face, a big piece of property with views of the mountains and the ocean? Does the definition of good fortune shift depending on seasons, years, generations, geographic locations, ethnicities? Or is it mostly about accumulating more than the person down the street? Continue reading »