
My mother had the most exquisite diamond engagement ring, a round stone embraced on one side by a semi-circle of tiny diamonds and on the other, rubies. Set in a platinum band, she bequeathed it to my sister, as it should have been. My sister had beautiful hands. Me, not so much. I never really understood the necessity and didn’t want a diamond ring when I decided to marry. I’m … Read More










It’s January. It’s freezing in New York and everyone is in a nesting mood. There is a dearth of inspiration and stimulation. Fortunately, I am traveling to Paris and the