Tag: writing

Of Paper and Books and Ink

In an age where everything is increasingly digital, why do we love paper so? It’s the delicate scrollwork of a printed design. The fragrance of a leather book. The way a thick sheet of paper folds under your hand, pushing back up at your fingers . . . What […]

Love in the Afternoon, Revisited

This was originally posted in October 2015. As I work on downsizing to move from a large house into a condominium, the conundrum of which possessions to part with is sometimes easy, often hard. Mr. Underwood came home with me last year, and I am please to say […]

To Miss New Orleans

The city winds in and out of my consciousness, a strong part of who I am. I know the map of the French Quarter like the palm of my hand. I should. A master taught me. Clint Bolton seduced me when I was fourteen. No, not in that way. […]

Love in the Afternoon

I found myself sleepy to the point of no concentration. The words on the page kept running together, and the thought of another cup of coffee was appealing. I left the La Salle Hotel and walked down Main Street to the Harvest Coffee Bar. The distillation contraption was […]