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I Want to Ride my Bicycle!
The New Girl by Sally Mitchell (great book) A confession–I home-schooled my daughter for less than a year. ( I also got donkey basketball cancelled at our town school–but that’s for another day). After days of arguing over multiplication I ended up letting said daughter sleep until noon and go for bike rides for the…
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Music Monday: In Paradisum (Faure)
Despite our human frailties we make music like this, which highlights a nobility, a creativity that’s pretty hard to explain. Some say the Victorians were prudish and insufferably prim, but I don’t see it. Take a look at their lavish decorating, their intense love of the robust and full natural world and their grand sense…
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Nothing New Under the Sun . . . and a book for your parlor
Why did Victorians have parlors and what did they use them for? I hate to say they were lovably naive–but then so are we, when we think that humanity can improve itself. Wait, you say, is this going to be some morbid essay on the depravity of man? I don’t think so, so let me…
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Portrait of an Artist
Did you know that William Tecumseh Sherman was a painter? I don’t mean to fan flames but I’ve read recently that southerners burned their own cities before Sherman came through so his men couldn’t forage for stuff. Wonder if that’s true . . . He was also an Aquarian. Looks like Sam Shepherd to me.
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Best Family Portrait Ever!
You rock that hat, Alice!
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Occupy Wall Street 1886
Today I’m a bit stuck–well, not really–I could write for days about the Crenshaw women undermining Buck’s future wife, but it feels too like dessert before dinner and I’m a traditionalist. Hanging over me like the Sunday after a good vacation is MERCHANT BANKING. I’m being dramatic here. It’s actually exciting to peruse titles of…
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Damned Women Drivers!
Our Watering Places-The Empty Sleeve at Newport 1865 Winslow Homer
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Why can’t I go outside and play with the boys?
You’ll get your dress dirty, sweetheart.
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Just hangin’ out in my normal clothes . . .
trespassing with my ace photographer Theodora Hennessy at the actual house on Tenafly Road. It’s research I tell you!
Author Adrienne Morris
The Writing Life at Middlemay Farm
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When not writing novels, you can find me knee-deep in farm muck.
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