September 7, 2008

I’ve never considered a dinner of peaches until my friends and I went to the Vail Farmer’s Market over Labor Day weekend and carried a basket of beautiful orbs back home. To celebrate the unofficial end of summer, I was invited by friends who own a wonderful house overlooking the golf course in East Vail. We

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May 5, 2008

Oh, oh, I found it! Or better said, it found me. The absolutely perfect romantic Italian restaurant in Boston. No gimmicks. No joke. There I was in Boston, a foreign and fascinating city to a Southerner like me, attending a conference, when who – to my surprise – should be sitting in the lobby waiting

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February 21, 2008

Especially now, when everyone is weary beyond reason with “winter,” Pooka says it is a good time to stop off in Scottsdale. One of the best things about Phoenix, of the exotic name, is Scottsdale, which sounds so preppy and isn’t. It is unusual, though, squat in the desert surrounded by segura cactus and dusty

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December 11, 2007

Even on a Tuesday night in December, the New Dallas Ritz Carlton is a hopping with more sensuous sexuality than a rabbit’s burrow. This means, the Beautiful People are out in droves to see, be seen, and … find a date. No one is exactly sure the place looks like yet. You can hardly see

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November 11, 2007

I like Paris. I like French Fries. I like Notre Dame. So does Pooka, who has a fondness for a little restaurant in Paris that is not the most foo foo, not the coolest, not the hippest. It’s a pleasant place where the food tastes good. Moderately priced as Parisian jaunts go, it feels Parisian.

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