This arti­cle from last week’s NYT is a love song to British choco­late. A love song I often sing to any­one who will lis­ten. Now send me your Aero bars, monar­chists. Holla!

I was at Tar­get yes­ter­day, buy­ing Grape Nuts and wait­ing patiently for the Lib­er­tine stuff to arrive, when I real­ized the Great Sum­mer Switch had hap­pened. You know the one–suddenly the gar­den and bar­be­cue aisles become devoted to crayons and back­packs, and every­thing is all about school sup­plies and Fall and things in which one […]

From an email received ear­lier on the sub­ject of my (other) future hus­band, Joe Per­nice: Pri­mar­ily known as a record­ing artist, Joe wrote the novella Meat is Mur­der for Con­tin­uüm Books’ 33 1/3 series in 2003.  That book remains one of the best­selling pieces in that series, and Joe is work­ing with Neal Huff, an actor who […]

Sun­day morn­ing There is always laun­dry to be done. But I’d rather drink cof­fee.Read the New York Times.On my estate sale table. I’m off to Seat­tle tomor­row, where I am hop­ing to find wed­ding shoes (wed­ding! shoes!) and drink Mind-Blowing Cof­fee before dri­ving back to Kansas City, mak­ing stops along the way at Yel­low­stone and other […]