there is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself....
no scented candles needed for this nest. the house still lingers from my weekend baking bonanza. i share with you my caramel-croissant pudding: it starts with croissants. {didn’t go fancy-pants on the croissant maker-a mexican market in altadena} i substituted...
good morning m’dears. i’m still trying to soak warm back into my cells. yesterday, i was shooting a short film that had me clad scantily in a 43 degree cemetery for most of the day. at one point my earlobes started to shiver, and i started to envy those...
winter has come early. she seems to have taken my voice. her thick, loud silence serenading me with an intoxicating harmony. it charms me like a snake; in my basket of fluffy down. the luxury of stillness no longer a longing. image Similar...
i’ve been a bit under the water weather. holiday cheer can make katie a dull girl. i wax and wane. one minute i’m vomiting holly and tinsel on every eave and tabletop, a day later i’m stomping my boots in fury at being honked at for letting a...
