Voices
Harry King freed women from permanent wave solutions, sleeping on orange juice cans, big bonnet hairdryers, and the need to have every hair shellacked into place. Harry’s a hairstyling legend, and we owe him our gratitude. Even if you don’t know Harry King, one look and you’ll notice the mischievous twinkle in his eye and
I’m traveling, today, back to my hometown for a short visit. When I was in my thirties and forties, there
It’s been a four-police-car-day at my new apartment building. This morning it sounded like the people in the apartment above
My grandmother used to have an elegant boutique in a suburb of Boston. She had beautiful taste and an eye
I pulled the stack of letters out of the box. They were neatly tied with a red ribbon and protested
This time next week I will have said goodbye to my home in the Texas Hill Country and driven through
You could say I am a bit obsessed with natural light. Anytime I have been in the market for a
The first time I heard, “Hey, Buzzard!” in my direction, I was 12. His name was Walter.
This week I marked the passing of David Bowie by listening to his music and watching some of my favorite
This past year there was a trend for younger women to dye their hair gray. Yes gray! It’s a trend
Growing up, I have such fond memories of my mother’s cooking. On Sundays we ate our big meal of the
At one point I dreamt I was being taken to the airport on a stretcher. That the only way my
The place I thought I couldn’t live without… I’ve sold it. In a few weeks, the Little House and my
I love the start of a new year. Living up north, it’s usually cold and puts me in the mood
We pour our bodies into familiar seats at one end of the bar, our favorite place to sit as it’s
I can’t believe we are a week away from bringing in the new year. What are your plans for the
If we’d known about the violent conflict between the Lacandón Indians and the Mexican Army, we wouldn’t have driven into
This week Frank Sinatra would have turned 100! His music lives on through many generations of fans, including me. I
For part of 1932, my grandmother served oatmeal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the only food they could afford. When