Our Roman holiday

Jack discovered a good deal on flights, and my birthday was coming up. June 6th to 11th meshed perfectly with our obligations: for Jack, the newly planted garden would need little care for the five days we’d be away; for me, two big events on my political calendar...

Fashion for the 70s

Instead of building castles in the air as I’m showering every morning, I’m building the day’s outfit. Through the bank of windows in the bathroom—It’s glorious, with the light streaming in to make you feel like you’re showering in the great outdoors!—I match my...
Dressing up

Dressing up

I’ve always loved clothes. In fact, one of my dearest memories is an afternoon at the farm in the 1950s with my sister trying on clothes and taking pictures of our wonderful outfits—our first selfies, so to speak. The amazing part is that we each only had about three...