I love this desk. I sit at it now under the arched window in my office. The smoothness of the tan colored leather writing surface now shows its age from years of sunbathing in front of various exposures and the burgundy colored trim has faded to a quiet mauve, but the fine lines and cracks […]
My mother loved the water. She always wanted her homes to be near running water. The last house she lived in was on a river, which gave her much enjoyment watching from her bed, the final days of her life. Her prior two homes had landscaped ponds on the property, that she had aerated to […]
My mother, Eartha Kitt, loved talking to passionate people. And that’s exactly what I did Tuesday night. THE IDECLAIR SHOW, IDECLAIR MEDIA. Real. Raw. Right Now. What a powerful show it was. Take a listen. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theideclairshow/2014/12/03/the-ideclair-show
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Simply Eartha designs combine Eartha Kitt’s words and wisdom, her daughter Kitt Shapiro’s vision and style, resulting in a mother/daughter combination of ‘accessories that SAY something’ founded on the power of their love. Join the email list and receive special offers as well as more stories about the life of this powerful mother/daughter […]
When did this happen? Little snot faced toddlers have been transformed into adult-sized beings in what feels like lightning speed. Two, are now college graduates, the two girls are off from school, and, now, I have all four of them living back at home. Wow. Am I happy? Yes, of course, as well as proud […]
How true it is. We often miss what’s truly said because we are too busy talking. Or listening. To our music devices, television, computers. Trying to tune out the real world. We talk so much, others don’t listen anymore. I love the sound of silence. My mother (Eartha Kitt) loved the sound of her own […]
My mother (Eartha Kitt) walked into the room when I was almost done with my task. She quietly came and sat on the floor beside me. Slowly and meticulously, she reached and picked up each and every one of the discarded petals with one hand and laid them down, ever so delicately, in the palm […]