“I just want more of her.” A wonderful piece on the late lamented food writer, Laurie Colwin.

I Left My Hair in New York City

I Left My Hair in New York City

Dear Kay, Somewhere between New York and Nashville is our hair. I don’t really know why it isn’t in the Suitcase of Luv–that’s where I saw it last–but it really put the cramp on my Halloween efforts this year. I was ready to wear both your beehive AND my locks of unholy love, but I don’t know where any of it is. Do you think some airport security person made off with it? I had to fall back on my most...

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Cleanup on Aisle 2, a Trip, and Some Shoes

Cleanup on Aisle 2, a Trip, and Some Shoes

Dear Kay, It’s 2:30 in the morning. Small Clif–poignant, brave, wildly barf covered–turned up at my bedside with trash can in hand to announce that he was having a bad night. I am so very awake. Never been so awake. Let’s just leave that vale of Clorox behind for the moment, shall we? We’re going on a little trip. Is that potpourri I smell? Like, six kinds of potpourri at the same time? Is that the sound of a...

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Seeing John Malkovich

Seeing John Malkovich

Dear Kay, While you and the entire blogiverse have been in Rhinebeck blissing out on wacky new crafts and carrying on like a bunch of Kappa Deltas during rush week at the University of Alabama, I have been on the MOVE. Stop One: Tailgate Antiques Show If it’s October, you know where to find me: out in the parking lot of the Fiddler’s Inn across the street from the Opryland Hotel. I am utterly addicted to the Tailgate Antiques Show: a...

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