Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me. In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers; the floor-to-almost-ceiling bookshelves packed […]
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but ours is no cookie-cutter love
I can think of a few holidays I adore: Rosh Hashanah—for me, not just a dry run for the changing of the year but a day of peaceful bread kneading and self-reflection; Halloween—the crazy costumes, […]
alchemy
It’s Christmas, but you wouldn’t know it by my house, which has no tree, no wrapped presents, no fauxflake or stocking or stray spray of tinsel. It’s not because I’m a curmudgeon. I just started […]
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