She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth a valentine
. . . .Edna St. Vincent Millay
The day of witching is upon us and something tells me that the cultural obsession with all things beguiling will continue to cast its spell on this holiday’s mystique. After all, we read books about wizards, lust over … Read More

Lately I have been spending time visiting a friend on the upper west side of Manhattan. Her apartment is located just around the block from the sophisticated luxury chocolate shop, Jacque Torres. I always stop in for a latte and to feast my fantasies on the rich selection of artful confections offered there. I haven’t splurged yet, out of respect for Jenny Craig, but let’s face it, intent and reality … 



Meet Godiva, Irish and Bandit, three miniature horses that live the life of riley at the