27 Aug 2017

The Narrator Broods

The Narrator Broods

  I can be the kind of melancholy person who dreads endings when things are still new. Maybe this comes from being a mother—I’m brokenheartedly anticipating a child growing up and leaving me while that very baby is pawing sweet potatoes into his hair, smelling like cotton steeped in milk, eyelashes curled like a fawn’s. […]

2 Jul 2017

These Small Details

These Small Details

If a writer stops observing, he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed. -Ernest Hemingway I think of Hemingway tonight, a larger-than-life character who penned such simple and astonishing sentences. I imagine him keenly observing the life happening around him in bars in Key West, Cuba and Paris. I sit at the […]

30 Jun 2017

We Told Too Many People!

We Told Too Many People!

Kris is lamenting a traffic jam in paradise. She and her husband recently drove Maui’s Road to Hana, which is 64 miles of hairpin turns around a cliff edge. If someone is barreling the other way or if you just aren’t entirely comfortable maneuvering a rental car over a harrowing, razor-thin one-way road, you stand […]

10 Jun 2017

What to Do When Your Kids Grow Up and Move Out, according to Jeff and Lisa

What to Do When Your Kids Grow Up and Move Out,     according to Jeff and Lisa

1. Head out to celebrate your 27th wedding anniversary. 27 years, while just the beginning for you two, is such a hard-won, precious accomplishment. 2. Run into the Pfister with your sister and niece to pick up a gift card for a friend and have so much fun that you decide to just stay at […]

3 Jun 2017

The Rule Is To STAY FANCY

The Rule Is To STAY FANCY

Until today, all my four-year-old sons Oliver and Milo had seen of the Pfister was the restroom outside the cafe. I’d had to drop off some materials while I was in the midst of applying to be the next Narrator, and the plan was that I’d just run in quickly while my husband waited in […]

16 Jan 2017

The Pfister is My Second Family (Although the Details are Fuzzy)

The Pfister is My Second Family (Although the Details are Fuzzy)

“You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning.  But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy.” (from Jay Mcinerney’s Bright Lights, Big City, 1984) Well, I am the kind of guy (Narrator) who […]