
The House by the Railroad by Edward Hopper (born 22 July 1882). 1925.
“In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn’t creak.”-Tom Robbins (born 22 July 1936)

The House by the Railroad by Edward Hopper (born 22 July 1882). 1925.
“In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn’t creak.”-Tom Robbins (born 22 July 1936)
Strictly speaking, this ad features a newspaper, not a book. It’s so exquisite, though, that I am giving it a pass.

NY Times Advert, 1895
“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”-Ernest Hemingway
“Eulogy is nice but one does not learn anything from it.”-Ellen Terry
“Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose!”-Robert Burns

On my desk: A is for…

1869: Ironing Woman by Edgar Degas (born on 7/19/1834)
“I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.”-Margaret Fuller (died on 7/19/1850)

1877: Dancers Practicing at the Bar by Edgar Degas
“Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.”-Willa Cather

Willa Cather My Antonia Library Card Catalog Pendant by Parker’s Porch. $27.00
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fountain in Savannah
Food is magic, so it’s no wonder that I feel deeply, divinely alive and loved when The Chef cooks for me. His most recent culinary offering started like this:

Corn on the cob is beautiful in and of itself, but my husband, The Chef, decided to transform it into something even better! See below for details.
CHEF LEIGHTON’S GRILLED CORNFUSION
INGREDIENTS:
DIRECTIONS:

Grilled Cornfusion!
It is slightly sweet, slightly spicy, and 100% marvelous! Kind of like a certain special someone I know…
“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”-George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
“Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.”-Anton Chekhov
Playwright and short story genius Anton Chekhov and actress Olga Knipper had a short, independent, mostly long-distance marriage. It began with a low-key, very private wedding in May 1901, and ended with Chekhov’s tragic death three years later. Neither career was sacrificed to the traditional dictates of matrimony.
“Give me a wife who, like the moon, won’t appear in my sky every day.”-Anton Chekhov
“And what does it mean–dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive.”-Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard
“In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.”-Anton Chekhov, The Seagull
Anton Chekhov died on 15 July 1904, with his wife by his side. Olga Knipper outlived her husband by nearly fifty-five years.
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