We have to start with Shakespeare, because his play sets the tone. Over the centuries, people have taken so many perspectives on this tragic love…
I woke up in the mountains of Brazil, in a small reconstructed colonial town called Tiradentes, named for an independence fighter who helped separate Brazil…
We live the way we do in small part because it quiets the awful noise made by the collapse of the American experiment in democracy.…
São Paulo changes fast. Most of the changes improve the city. Deb grew up here and harbors dreadful memories of violence, poverty, dictatorship, and environmental…
Our first morning in Montreal, after a grueling drive that forced a late arrival, our hosts prepared a welcoming meal. Our hosts had invited us…
In my thirties, going into my forties, I became a coffee snob. Grinding beans each morning for the espresso machine. Using purified water rather than…
No breakfast can compare with the pleasure of seeing your kids grow up well. I have two, a son and a daughter, both working jobs…
My mother, Elaine Hoffman of Providence RI, lived a long a beautiful life of glory and tragedy, the sort of person people of good-will flocked…
I saw his picture on Bumble; there he was holding a very small reptile in his hands. I knew it was not a snake. But…
Most breakfasts we eat at home. I know the blog makes it seem that we have three or four breakfasts a day, all at fabulous,…