Here’s Vermeer’s “Lady, Writing,” the beauty I fell in love with in Washington. We modern lady scribes do not often go to work in satin, ermine and hairbows, and our implements are different, but the result is the same: something is on paper that wasn’t there before. What is she writing, do you think, with her fine little hand?
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in