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My brilliant sister Sarah has a new and astonishing book. “Enthralling. . . . McPhee’s book is rich in historical detail, and truly an original contribution that will be welcomed by scholars, students, and general readers.”—Elizabeth Cropper, Center for Advanced Study in the Visual Arts, National Gallery of Art “A highly original work by an [...]


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IN GOOD COMPANY (from More Magazine — November 2007) On a corner in Fort Worth’s Southside, my friend Donatella Trotti (known as Dodi) has opened a tiny trattoria.  It is called Nonna Tata, after her grandmother, and is in a 500-square-foot cinderblock building on a seemingly lonely street.  The cozy interior is completely designed by [...]


Porgy and Bess

07Feb12

My husband and I were fortunate to see Porgy and Bess on Saturday night.  I still have chills from Audra McDonald‘s performance.  This Porgy and Bess is elemental, the tragedy of Bess is felt in a very personal way.  I physically ached for her, the way we ache for Anna Karenina or Lily Bart — [...]


Happy New Year

04Jan12

one of the things i love to do most is cook. over the holidays i made two dishes i’ve not made before: bouillabaisse (which I now know how to spell) and potato pizza both are easy and quite delicious. i encourage you to make both. happy new year, 2012, the year of the dragon. i’m [...]


do you remember stringing cranberries and popcorn?  the cashier girl at the food store asked me what i was doing with the cranberries and popcorn and oranges. “a recipe?” she asked.  i told her about stringing cranberries and making dried orange ornaments. “cool.  i’ve never heard of that.”


In my mother’s basement, the Christmas after my grandmother had died, I found the top of a box that had belonged to her. My mother and I were down there retrieving ornaments and lights so that we could decorate the tree, a painful Christmas that year, 1995. My stepfather had died not long before my [...]


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Dal Macellaio

14Aug11

I have always found my portal into another culture to be through its food.  In March I went to the jungle outside of Merida and stayed in a colonial hacienda that had been transformed into a private home, soaring ceilings and rioting vegetation just outside the screened doors, the constant song of doves.  At this [...]



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