These are my grandmother's chairs, on Dad's side. Her name was Florence; again, not Flo, or Flossie. I had an Aunt Flossie on Mom's side;...

I think this room says a lot about me: my values, my eclecticism, my memories. Each piece has a story, its unique history, interlocking...

I adore the infinite threads of silk, wool, embroidery in scarves. I have collected them most of my adult life: Pashminas from Tom's...

Tom returned from the contractor meeting up north. He delivered a tube containing the plot survey and a single box of photos and...

Tom headed north today. It seemed appropriate to shift the music to Triumph. This Canadian band crackled through the old AM/FM radio in...