On Whidbey

On the island I am covered in words. They are pestery things: it’s a little bit like the imagery and acquaintance conjured up when he said he woke up “covered in a Wookie coat” of mosquitos. This is not as…

Fugue State

I took half of Friday to recharge my batteries and see The Met’s annual collaboration with The Costume Institute, called “Impossible Conversations: Schiaparelli and Prada.” A little background: Elsa Schiaparelli was a designer whose heyday was during the 1930s-60s. She…

Good citizenship

This is Sprocket.   Well, that’s Sprocket and me, anyway. Sprocket likes to run and play, like any other dog. And, like any other dog owner, I will say that he is probably the best behaved dog I know. His…

Madcap

This past week has been utterly non-stop. Last Thursday I went to Connecticut for the annual Go Red luncheon, in support of awareness of women’s heart disease. Later that night, I picked up my good friend Nicola from the bus…