“Did you ever sleep in a field of orange-trees in bloom? The air which one inhales deliciously is a quintessence of perfumes. This...

Twelve years ago, my granddaughter, Chesapeake Woods with hair the color of orange marmalade, was born and I bought a book for her, a...

With masks front and center for us all, the one on my bedpost, my Mojiganga Mask from San Miguel de Allende, makes me so darned happy....

Cubism or Surrealism? Will I remember the differences? Will my hands ever un-shrivel? How does Willie Nelson go so well with isolation?...

Hair dryer blows my shaggy, faded, badly-in-need-of-a-salon visit head of hair into the air; the warm setting feels good on a gray rainy...

I admit it. I whined when he suggested traveling in April. “Why on earth do you want to leave here—it’s the most perfect time of the...

What’s the world doing now While I wash sheets polish brass What’s the world doing now I’m slowed down, alone Contented, anxious What’s...

It’s hard to find things to be happy about, grateful over, or even looking forward to, especially if you tune into the news of our...

My friend, Bess, planted a seed in my brain. When I told her of cancelling my much-anticipated trip home to Texas, she countered: How to...

Not a big deal in the whole scheme of things, but huge, huge, huge disappointment for me. However, I do have to go to Texas often, so as...

If I were a rock star, my souvenir concert tour t-shirt would read: TEXAS TOUR 2020 Dallas Fort Worth Sweetwater Buffalo Gap Boerne...

I joined a new book club recently. New to me. Over the years, I have participated in numerous book clubs, social gatherings of...

Carly and I have been living together now almost five weeks and I have written regularly about our escapades together. However, since my...

It’s not uncommon for a writer to suffer from what’s called Writer’s Block. In some ways, it resembles a Batter’s Slump. It’s...

As I see it, there are five distinctive stages in the of undertaking of an alcohol-free January. Also, a modicum of grief. Having owned a...

My holiday season was as hectic as any prolonged celebration in my history. It’s almost over now and I’m beyond exhausted. It began with...

I’m having serious feelings of unpopularity which harken back to my junior high school days. It’s one week before Christmas and I have...

Haven’t ironed a man’s shirt in over five years. I found the task surprisingly pleasant one day recently. “Why is he wearing a polo...

It began around the campfire at Song Dog one year. It was enhanced by the Wild Turkey. And then it became a tradition. My four best buds...

Prize-winning, international best-selling author Ann Patchett may well be the most beloved book person in America — not just for her...