Category Exercises in not taking myself too seriously

When you work in east London . . .

. . . sometimes you see performance art with dough on the way home. The theme of the show was “folds” and literally every other person at the gallery was (a) a hipster and (b) French. Sooo artsy.

Not in Boston

This post was supposed to be about me jetting off to Boston for the weekend. There would have been a wedding and tuxedos and a glamorous party at the venerable Boston Public Library. But alas! Instead of boarding my flight on Friday morning, I was fielding frantic calls from my immigration lawyer telling me that […]

Does this count as adding to the “patina of age”?

Dang it. Apparently this is what happens when your 18th Century china taps the granite countertop in just the wrong way. I could be devastated and flagellate myself for not having wrapped it in bubble tape or hung it safely on the wall. But that would be no fun and besides I need something to […]

Dramatic reading…

Note to my teenage self circa 1996 when I was on the competitive poetry- and prose-reading circuit for high schoolers in rural Oregon: Have all the fun you want doing this because, yes, it turns out this is a life skill you will use in your job as a lawyer in the European offices of […]

Room service in Luxembourg

It hasn’t been two weeks since I got home from Sydney and Singapore, and already I’m on the road again! Two days in Luxembourg, where I glamorously had room service by myself at the hotel . . . Tomorrow I fly back to London for a night, and then on to Seattle for about a […]

Seeing the sights

Shortly after our arrival in Sydney, Amanda’s parents sent a photo of a mixed-media artwork that had been “created lovingly by nephews” and consisted of Sydney landmarks and a cut-out of our own smiling faces. Delighted and ever eager to encourage travel (and display our talents for tableaux vivants), we recreated the exact scene in […]

“The ‘breast of the nymph in the brake’ astounds no one”

Ever vigilant in keeping my gardening standards at the cutting edge of taste, Lady took to heart Muriel Stuart’s sage advice that gnomes and pheasants are out . . . . . . but stone nymphs are in . . . . . . with the happy result that my window boxes are now graced […]