I feel guilty when I take my phone out on a walk, and tell myself that "it's really just a camera." Taking photos like this one, taken yesterday along the Hudson at Battery Park, isn't something I'll give up. But as I walk I hear conversations, or halves of conversations, and find myself sad to
We often order a box of grapefruit at Christmas. I had opened the last jar of homemade marmalade in early December and it is also the season in Florida for Seville oranges, the ugly, bitter fruit that produces a delicious preserve. I‚Äôve discovered that it improves with aging. That last jar I was finishing was
I no longer feel guilty, or quite so guilty, about the electronic bits and pieces I need to do my job. I read about these batteries at a favorite review site, TheSweetHome.com, and bought them even though the review was a little out of date. I can charge AA and AAA batteries in this charger.
There's nothing like getting to a safe haven before the storm begins. It's even better when thunder is echoing through the hills, lightning is flashing, and there's a fresh pot of tea. My safe haven is a writing studio in the garden.
One thing you can't miss in China is the QR codes on every advertisement and practically every document. The use of WeChat, a Chinese social networking app that is used by everyone, old and young, for personal and professional communication, is what drives the use of QR codes, I was told. It's a essential part
My favorite typo is a kind of malapropism: "Beset, Karen" instead of "Best, Karen." It†seems all too appropriate some afternoons. I liked this message, too, received from someone coming to New York for BEA next week: "Dear Karen, thanks for your message. I'm looking forward to meeting with some fiends there,†including you."