Jo Page

"And if my life is like the dust--oooh, that hides the glow of the rose, what good am I? Heaven only knows." Thank you, always,...

The wind blew hot today; it blew my skirt— it whipped my skirt, but not as at Les Baux. Back then the denim flapped a furious code into...

The last thing I want to do after hearing a few hours of speeches from the DNC--or the RNC--is to be told what to think by the...

Oh, and then I stepped outside--mid-laundry--and saw the second full moon for August. What a shimmer of blonde and silver, what cheek to...

I do. I take umbrage at James Taylor's vapid lyric "The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time." It seems important to disagree...

Takes longer to write a sonnet than it does to make the great, green elixir......and longer still to savor a plate of it on...

Just having bought this new/old house--what I've come to think of as a piece of history--a real vacation was out of the question. But...

At a used bookstore on New York's lower east side I was amused to see that the shelf labelled 'Erotica' was just one above the shelf...

She is understandably misinterpreted, an eccentric who likes her cocktails. This means she’s always at Maggie’s, the little bar we all go...

The sunflowers wave their heads around like girls and boys with unkempt hair and short attention spans. 'look, here! look, there!' they...

Friends over for dinner last night--first official dinner party in the house, I suppose. It was a happy nod to A Pig in Provence and my...

I suffer from a predictable francophilia. It's true. I'm a sucker for the language. Not only does it sound good, it feels good to speak....

If there is anything missing in the vitriolic debates about the relative worth/worthlessness of religion, it’s the question of the...

Okay, not. Six weeks into this lovely, historic house and there have been bats. Five bats in three weeks, in fact. This troubled me so...