The original muse collection — my beloved books and siren songs that color my dreams and embed into every day.
Chasing Beauty: The Life of Isabella Stewart Gardner
It’s hard to not feel like there’s a ghost in the room. The Gardner– Isabella Stewart Gardner’s private collection and home, now museum is my favorite place in the Boston. However, it was Mrs. Jack’s first Boston home in Back Bay from which I live very close, and from which I read this book. I…
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Frans Mortelmans
Call me obsessed but I need roses around me always and always. And when I’m not admiring their presence around my home or designing with them, I’m reading about them. Perhaps my favorite rose painter of all has come back into my life by happy accident. I was watching a modern artist mixing colors and…
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“Are You Mad at Me?” Meg Josephson
You might roll your eyes if I begin this with the universe has a funny way of unravelling your life, however who really has the proof to say otherwise? Doomscrolling during an “unravelled” part of my life recently, a stroke of good luck– one of my favorite local booksellers posted that one of my favorite…
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Blondie x Best Coast
It’s fair to say my summer reading program is null. At the edge of August and this is my first weekend “off” in going on three months. How. Did. That. Happen. Is anyone else bad at being protective of their time or is just a character flaw of mine? Looking forward to leaning into the…
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Rosa – The Story of the Rose
In June, the roses awaken. When they first open the air is sharp with their scent. I walk the brownstone lined city streets and the scent from perfectly curated gardens catches on a little breeze and it gives me the chills. Back home in the country side of the state they are tangled about wild…
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Mapplethorpe and Flowers
I must confess I have been a bit delinquent about getting into a book as of late. The arrival of spring has pulled me outdoors and my neighborhood in Boston is blossom bliss. The Magnolias of Back Bay are the star of April and well documented but one can never seem to capture enough of…
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The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley
It’s the warmest day of winter and the tulips on my table are shedding their petals. They were a robust blush and now they have turned translucent. I’m having a hard time letting them go. On a colder winter day, my most revered pen pal, Eric Paul, was in town for a reading at the…
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The other Muses
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Library of Muses 