This will be our final spring in our house on Belgravia Court.   In a few weeks, we will put our house on  the market and move on to another setting. At this time we have no idea where that will be but that’s okay. David and I are sure everything will fall into place when the time come...

The ghosts of January are close upon me. They fill my dreams, stop me mid-stride in crowded spaces, blur my vision with sudden tears, reminding me in these days of stillness how much I loved them, how much I still do love them, and what longing after all these years, what longing they can still prov...

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     What I love about winter is the opportunity for slow growth. Whether it’s reviewing and pruning my client files in anticipation of a busy spring and summer or settling in by the fire with Tolstoy’s biography, I do not feel rushed as I would in other seasons. On a recent Satur...

It was cold even in the kitchen with our small electric heater on high next to my chair. I told myself to think warm thoughts…attics in the heat of a summer’s afternoon; walking the dogs down to the park, careful to stick to the shady side of the street; the taste of a sweating glass of iced tea...

This is one of my old, old stories. But I love it still. Allow me to share it with you. December 1993 Just tonight I left a light on in a house for the weary new owners who were traveling by car from New York City. I also left some food, but it’s the light that warmed the house as I looked back fr...