One of my dad’s favorite singers was Tony Bennett. I inherited the affection, as I did so many things from him—not always on purpose, just in the way love quietly hands things down. About five years before he died, I saw that Tony Bennett was performing at the Norton Center
Friend, I don’t have any Pinterest-worthy pictures for you today. No projects to get your creative juices going. No recommendations on fabulous finds or tips for halting the avalanche of stuff in your closets. I’ve got a half-full cup of hot coffee and an even fuller heart. Mind if I
It’s Friday and if your week was anything like mine, you need a good cup of coffee (maybe a glass of wine) and a reminder that life, though messy, is pretty great. This week at our house, my cell phone broke, the TV is still fried after last’s week’s storm