Under That Red Velvet Dress

My Daughter Elaine and Me. 1990. No Place to Hide “Let me zip your dress,” I said to my daughter as we wriggled into our velvet dresses in the photographer’s dressing room. As I ran the zipper up its tracks I marveled at the soft, perfect texture of her seven-year-old skin. Such a beautiful child… […]


Under That Red Velvet Dress

My Daughter Elaine and Me. 1990. No Place to Hide “Let me zip your dress,” I said to my daughter as we wriggled into our velvet dresses in the photographer’s dressing room. As I ran the zipper up its tracks I marveled at the soft, perfect texture of her seven-year-old skin. Such a beautiful child… […]


I’m Feasting on Pickles While I Wait for a Baby!

Corn, Hot Roast Beef Sandwich, Pinot, and PICKLES! Green Olives and the Baby Jesus Confession: I love pickles. Dills, bread-and-butters, sweet baby gherkins, cherry peppers–I’ve seldom met a pickle that I didn’t adore. Ditto their relatives, the olives. As a child, I often cleaned out the relish plate at the end of holiday meals, mounting one […]


I’m Feasting on Pickles While I Wait for a Baby!

Corn, Hot Roast Beef Sandwich, Pinot, and PICKLES! Green Olives and the Baby Jesus Confession: I love pickles. Dills, bread-and-butters, sweet baby gherkins, cherry peppers–I’ve seldom met a pickle that I didn’t adore. Ditto their relatives, the olives. As a child, I often cleaned out the relish plate at the end of holiday meals, mounting one […]


The Dirty Job of Sacrifice, Mom-Style

Still Life with Aromatic Ointment. October, 2011. The Things Done for Love All my life I’ve used my bare hands to apply mentholated ointment, because that’s how my mom applied it when I was sick as a little girl. Recently I’ve had bronchitis and the ointment has been my friend. Vicks sorely strained our friendship one evening. I’d […]