My Grandmother Ellie was a true matriarch, and Thanksgiving was her holiday. No matter how spread out around the country, everyone was summonsed home for a formal Thanksgiving dinner together. Another of her traditions  was to relegate my cousin Jane and  me to look after… Keep Reading »

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Julie Anne Rhodes
Dear Santa:

I had a whole glamorous list of goodies for you, but my plumber decided Christmas would be of a more mundane nature this year. I’m getting a new sewage drain for the house instead of this Jean Cocteau bracelet I happened upon… Keep Reading »

Jewels: all wrapped up in Ritz Magazine
Pretty please? I need help. I’m juggling twenty balls at once here on my own at the moment, and just realized I have not done ANY of my Christmas shopping in advance as I normally do.
Awk! Crowds – I… Keep Reading »

Julie Anne, Tatjana, and Nick Rhodes

Twenty-four years ago I lay across my bed like a beached whale (about to pop Tatjana out) reading Bill Cosby’s book on Fatherhood. I had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard, because it really hit home. Now… Keep Reading »