Laura CellaThe Heart of the Mouth of the SouthI remember once winning a team game of Trivial Pursuit because Jamie knew that two-time America’s Cup winner Ted Turner was nicknamed the…Oct 7, 2018Oct 7, 2018
Laura CellaAcorns Without HatsI have returned to work. Yanking the blind cord reveals only a square of sooty darkness. When I open the back door for Spencer, he slithers…Sep 30, 2018Sep 30, 2018
Laura CellaCat Food the MouseWhen you buy an old house it comes with lots of charm — which you wanted — and other things, surprising things, that you either didn’t…Dec 2, 2017Dec 2, 2017
Laura CellaI Don’t Know My Ass from My AardvarkBy the time I graduated from NYU with my Masters degree in English and had sat for the Praxis we were elbow-deep in renovating our 1920’s…Oct 15, 2017Oct 15, 2017
Laura CellaNever Mess with a Woman with a MigraineA new movie star moved into the walkstreet one summer, a baby movie star with an undergraduate degree from Harvard, two or three roles…May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Laura CellaBe Careful What You Wish ForThere is something about camping that has always captured my imagination — the crisp nights, the aroma of meals roasting over a…May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Laura CellaThomas Wolfe Was RightI went out for pizza with my parents one night last summer and I bumped into my high school boyfriend in the restaurant. Literally bumped…May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Laura CellaI Think There’s a Bench Warrant Open for Me in MassachusettsA few summers ago my mother and I drove to Brimfield, Massachusetts for the antiques fair and on the way back to New York we left the…May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Laura CellaI Loved You When I Was a Little Girl“Peu d’hommes ont esté admirés par leurs domestiques.” (No man is a hero to his own valet.) Michel de MontaigneMay 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Laura CellaDon’t Come On-a My House, Little GirlJamie and I returned to Lanai for Christmas 1995. When we go somewhere far we don’t like to think about coming back, so we planned to spend…May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
