I actually liked Eat, Pray, Love.  I had to be dragged to it, kicking and screaming, by one of my very best friends in the whole world, Barbara Campman, who looks like a lovely sprite, makes profound art and keeps a magnificent garden, among other things.  I pulled hard for The Kids Are Alright, but […]

Recently Nell Curley did a fabulous little write up about blogging with my grandmother in the Commons, and I realized that I have abandoned my poor grandmother, there she is back in Manhattan with her screaming baby and her pretty velvet housegown in the raw cold of early March while her very selfish granddaughter has been frolicking […]

Today the river is very still as though it is holding itself together after last night’s festivities. I watched big spreading fingers of cracking, colored light all across the sky from where I stood on a patio, eating grilled squash and burgers. The kids ran down the hill with sparklers, people smoked by a bonfire […]

I sometimes wonder, as I am transcribing my grandmother’s 1937 diary to the worldwide web what my grandmother was like when she was a little girl, before champagne and gin before guests from Hollywood and cooks named Grace.  I want to ask her about her best childhood friend, that girl she might have kicked her […]

Mom still building sand castles at 70 Well, here in Suzanne Blog Land we ra ra ra about my grandmother, who I must admit is an absolute celebrity, but really the best most important most amazing and incredible thing  my grandma ever did was to give birth to my mother, who, in grandma world, is […]