Hooray the Holidays are Over

Countdown to our annual "Hooray the Holidays are Over!" party. Guests in one hour. I love this party because we only invite people we like--no "have to" guests. And we make foods we like and people bring unexpected treats...no booze unless it goes home with the bringer--so a really nice time. But this hour before I am always nervous--the start of a party feels stressful--that pause before it really clicks and people talk to each other.

Each year we get better at doing this party--easier with each other, easier with expectations, easier with what happens. My favorite part is seeing strangers meet or discovering that they have or want a connection with each other.

A new year to be in love, wickedly sexy, full of health and at peace with God.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Yesterday, Labor Day, we went to Yankee Stadium to see his New York Yankees and my Baltimore Orioles. It was a perfect end of summer. And, also, a kind of unofficial end to our honeymoon. We managed to stretch our post-wedding travels from art and history in Paris to sand and salt at the beach, then to joy and frustration on the golf course and finally ending the summer and our honeymoon at Yankee Stadium with an Orioles win!

I realized watching the game that we have so much in common and so many differences. We do like many of the same things: Literature, music, baseball and golf, but we like them for different reasons. I love a live baseball game. I love the look and smell and sound and history and arcane sports trivia. I like knowing how baseball impacted history and how it has come to be the perfect spiritual metaphor. And John, well, he cares about the actual score—winning and losing. How ‘bout them O’s?

And now, the day after Labor Day, it’s a new year. Time for new pencils and red plaid shirts and knee sox and loafers. I still want new loafers every September. Though I’ve moved from Bass to Cole Haan to eyeing Chanel. New shoes, new life, new start.