lost books and pleasing

A Letter to… you. Today I was missing lost books. Particularly the full set of Anais Nin’s diaries which I bought with my babysitting money. How I would love to read them again…ah… Read More →

the roof is off your house

I was talking with my oldest daughter about fame.  She is of the generation for whom total disclosure seems natural, easy, the norm. She still doesn’t see its dangers (stalkers only exist in… Read More →