A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water…..Eleanor Roosevelt
The following article is from the August 2021 publication of Vogue. It is an excellent piece about Dr. Jill Biden. To whom I personally have a girl crush. I think what brings this particular First Lady into the hearts of so many; is her…
Life is the flower for which love is the honey…..Victor Hugo
Every other Friday, two dozen long-stem roses are delivered to my front door. I have a standing order for white roses with just the tiniest tint of light green along the ruffled…
I’ve never counted the candles and I have always eaten the cake…Anna Quindlen
In the late 1970s, I was Dir. of Corp. Catering for a very hip Five-Star Hotel in Los Angeles. I was so fortunate to be…
Always keep your eyes open. Keep watching. Because whatever you see can inspire you… Grace Coddington | Vogue Creative Director
My husband is a good sport. Only once in our years together has he said, “enough with the pillows!” And, now, in retrospect, I have to agree. I think, at the time, I had nine or ten pillows…
This article first appeared in Vogue.com. Written by Xochitl Gonzalez. Photography : Sam Youkilis
For four generations, the rich smell of honey and burning wood has filled the quiet street of the Oaxacan town of Teotitlán del Valle, where Casa Viviana sits. Behind the modest brick-front building, Doña Viviana Alávez is the matriarch who presides over the crafting of elaborate, ceremonial beeswax candles that the Mexican…
There is more to life than increasing its speed… …Mahatma Gandhi
I have always guarded my Sundays like a sentry on duty at the gate. My preference is a quiet Sunday, hoping for rain, so I can permit myself to do nothing – all day. Sundays allow me to think. To engage…
You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have to announce “This is me, this is what I stand for, this is what you get when you read me. I’m doing the best I can-buy me or not-but this is who I am as a writer.” …
Bursting through the last golden rays of the day, a beautiful raven-haired woman stops abruptly. She focuses on the familiar Mason on the far side of the Rue de Blanc Monteaux. A veil of contrasting emotions of excitement and anxiety envelops her as she approaches the ancient front door. Doubt stops her hand mid-air. Frozen, she stands perfectly still and thinks. I know why…
Happiness depends upon ourselves……Aristotle
This past year has certainly been a challenging year on almost every level, including the level where our happiness once resided. But, all is not lost. We might be on the road to recovery. The ‘experts’ in the attitude business say they have a few under-appreciated changes (we can make) that will help re-connect our happy button. Stay with me.…
