May Summer Last A Hundred

Where You Are Is Who You Are. The Further Inside You The Place Moves, The More Your Identity Is Intertwined With It. Never Casual, The Choice Of Place Is The Choice Of Something You Crave.

Going To Europe As A Budding Cook Opened My Eyes To Food In A Different Way. When I Got To Italy, The First Thing I Did Was Put My Little Basil Plants In The Ground And Watch Them Turn Into Big, Healthy Bushes.

Where Is It Written That Houses Must Be Beige? Any Dun Colored House Would Look Better If Painted Pineapple, Cream, Ochre, Or Even A Smart Sage.

Memory Is, Of Course, A Trickster.

I Loved Every Place I Lived And Traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I Fell Hard For Central America And Mexico. In Each Country, I Had Fantasies That I Could Live There.