We went to Maple Street bookstore tonight and their new motto is “Love Among the Ruins,” a fitting motto for anyone living in New Orleans at this time. It’s a

This morning I wanted to weep. It was just a moment, a snapshot. Henry was toddling around the bedroom looking for mischief in his diaper and blue Martha’s Vineyard t-shirt,

Ahhhh, we went to eat at Babylon Cafe on Maple Street tonight and I took one bite of the rice and labneh and instant intoxication. A flood of sense memories

I awakened completely furious with George after my third night of no sleep due to Henry and no help from my significant other. For the second time in three years,

Some of you may be wondering why I write so much about fairies. That would be because I have fairy blood. That might seem crazy but it’s true. First of

Well, they were totally delighted by the treasures brought by the Fairies. We played for hours with the silks and wools and animals and fairies. Henry tried to climb into

It’s Autumn Equinox Eve. Time for balance, baking, warmth, cinnamon, apples, love, and magic. “Annabelle,” I say, “the fairies might bring you something tonight for Autumn Equinox.” Her face lights

George came home this late afternoon and I was sitting in the kitchen holding Mr. Mischief on my lap, talking to Annabelle. I was on the verge of tears. “What’s

Mr. Mischief has been hard at work today. For months he’s been trying his hardest to get the toilet scrub brush. I’ve chased him away from it countless times and