These are my grandmother's chairs, on Dad's side. Her name was Florence; again, not Flo, or Flossie. I had an Aunt Flossie on Mom's side;...

I think this room says a lot about me: my values, my eclecticism, my memories. Each piece has a story, its unique history, interlocking...

I have been blessed to walk this beach with Tom for nearly seventeen years now, a twenty-five year hiatus separates my first trip as a...

Step one in the blending of eras. The lake house was built, and remains grounded in 1976. But to bring forward is a delicate balance. ...

I adore the infinite threads of silk, wool, embroidery in scarves. I have collected them most of my adult life: Pashminas from Tom's...

Tom returned from the contractor meeting up north. He delivered a tube containing the plot survey and a single box of photos and...

Jarvis joined the fold six years and two days now. He came in meek and mild; defined by the shelter as a Vizsla - so wrong that doggie...

Call came in at 6:30 am 12/27/2006, normally not a good sign which proved amazingly accurate. Only two days prior Dad and I made prime...

Tom headed north today. It seemed appropriate to shift the music to Triumph. This Canadian band crackled through the old AM/FM radio in...