Category Archives: Age of Reconfiguration
Let’s Get Physical (part 2)
My home starts with my body. Our first home is our mother’s womb. Then we enter the external world and our residence changes. But wherever we are, home always starts with our body. As we age, our rapport with our … Continue reading
Let’s Get Physical (part 1)
Marily and I were sitting on her balcony listening to the cicadas because, she said, it was a form of Zen. I was trying to translate the cicadas’ sound into onomatopoeia when I saw this striking woman walk by. She … Continue reading
The Face
It was noon on Wednesday, right smack in the middle of the week, right in between here and there when I boarded the train towards Kent. My compartment was full, mainly middle aged women wearing tweed and reading books. But … Continue reading
Breathing
Text: Have you ever seen a West Coast Sunset? Well Hugh and I never had so we decided to make a road trip to California. I got in touch with my friend Beatrice Wood and asked if she knew of … Continue reading
Decluttering
Mutual friends had introduced us. Edith Wharton was in Rome and we were having tea at Babington’s near the Spanish Steps. Edith was not only a writer but also a crusader against the “Thermopylae of bad taste”. Having written a … Continue reading



