For the millionth time this year, I have revisited Patti Smith’s M Train. God damn, she can write. Her writing has so much texture, dimension. I would never claim to write for any other reason than to amuse myself, but when I read Patti Smith… Read More
This week began with a picture of a baby boy. A sonogram sent by my sister and accompanied by a text, ‘It’s a boy!’. The first child, the first grandchild, the first boy in a family of daughters. The weekend that my sister told me… Read More
Janneke has just moved her portable jungle into our place. Did you know that having 500 plants in a large, white, sunlit room is immediately calming? I am painting our kitchen Cloud white. Dreamy right? I personally find this kind of painting to be an odious task.… Read More
Progressively Louder Laughter 