A. I would love to know how to make really good puff pastry so that I could make homemade chocolate croissant. I would also love to be a really good singer. Oh! And be fluent in Spanish and Italian.
A. In Glenna Hunter's massage hut, called Chez Bamboo, which is located behind a gorgeous old inn in Mendocino, CA. Of course I wouldn't just be *in* Chez Bamboo, I'd be lying on a heated table, being massaged with essential oils by Glenna herself, the wisest person I know.
A. Jeez, I don't know if perfect happiness exists. But I do know that intense periods of concentration can lift me out of my sometimes jumbled, moody, myopic way of going through life. Which is to say that I am really, really happy when I lose myself in my writing, when time passes without me realizing it, and afterwards I have to look over what I wrote because it was almost as if I--the normal old neurotic me--went away for a bit. Other moments of happiness are: Watching my dog leap, jump, and play with the other dogs at the park. Cooking dinner with my husband and eating by candle light. Taking a walk on a crisp autumn morning, observing the leaves fall around me. Eating a salad of greens from my own garden. Sitting around with old friends, drinking wine and listening to music. The first bite of dessert. Touching down in Paris, knowing the dreaded flight is over and the vacation has begun.
A. I am big on parenthetical phrases. (And I probably use them too much!)