Happiness is … spying a couple on Day 1 of their vow ’til death do us part.
I was standing beneath these glorious trees on a pleasantly warm autumn day after a matinee and pancake brunch.
I’m a descendant of the poet Jean Toomer.
My mother loves to laugh. Not quips, but ache-with-joy bouts of woman howling. Her giggle is a siren song that ripples out and grabs you.
After a few minutes, I was again 19 ditching morning classes with my boyfriend to make love and eat peanut butter and cracker sandwiches on the beach.
The most interesting thing about my book shelves is the deer head and antlers mounted just above shelves.
This is Fenty Beauty by Rihanna created to enhance the experience of showcasing all types and tones of skin.
Many of our gardens were obliterated during the back-to-back March nor’easters so it’s surprising to see so much goodness bursting through the summer soil.
And some days there are little bits of magic like blue sky caught in a bottle or sunlight on glass.
Home is where this smile is. My daughter is home for me. For 20 years, I’ve built our nest around laughter and love.