It’s All in the Details.

How do you pronounce Hygge?  Huggie?  I guess it really doesn't matter, what matters is that this unique word just keeps showing up on my pinterest board and in Pottery Barn catalogs and home decorating/lifestyle blogs that I read.   So... I investigated.   I checked out and read "The Little Book of Hygge."  I looked … Continue reading It’s All in the Details.

Coffee Culture

Photo by Chevanon Photography on As I sit here this rainy morning, drinking my coffee, like I always do, I am contemplating how so many of our family rituals have coffee at the center. Every night, Scott cleans the carafe, grinds the beans and sets the timer. Every night. In the morning, the dog … Continue reading Coffee Culture

Top Ten

I generally ignore Top Ten lists that float around Facebook, but when I saw the Top Ten Albums list, everyone sharing an Album a day that influenced them, I *secretly* wanted to be nominated. Just when I thought I never would, someone did! The only problem were the "rules." "10 albums which have greatly influenced … Continue reading Top Ten

Music Makes Me…

Like so much of my writing, this blog will begin with: "I read this post on Facebook." It was from the New York Times and it asked.... "5 minutes that will make you love classical music."  The gist was, what five minute section of a classical song would you play for someone to make them … Continue reading Music Makes Me…

Thank You Anne Lamott

Today I tripped. It was an awful fall. A fall down a flight of stairs. I didn't slide down, I didn't stumble or tumble.  I fell forward, face first.  The kind of fall that could break your arm, your neck or your back. Full disclosure here. I trip a lot. Some examples include, tripping on … Continue reading Thank You Anne Lamott

Of Angels

For years she hung in the family home, sort of swallowed up by everything else there.  I secretly called her Genevieve, and it turns out that Scott secretly called her Emma.  In the end, her real name was Gladys.  I like Genevieve better. It was easy to miss her, she was small and dark, unsigned, … Continue reading Of Angels