Just back from a whirlwhind 36 hours in Boston, for the Grub Street benefit, which my publicity client, Tayari Jones was headlining, along with Anita Shreve and Gregory Maguire. I had lunch with Ladette Randolph, editor-in-chief of Ploughshares, and novelist in her own right, and was impressed by what's she doing. I left for the airport before dawn, and forgot my make-up bag, which led me to pop in to A Matter of Face, which seems to only traffic in the Platonic ideal. I came away with Blinc mascara, like nothing I've ever used, and Paula Dorf lipstick in "Legend." Since I was without a brush, I had my hair blown out on Newbury Street. Tayari and I met at the bar in the Harvard Club, where I was staying again, for champagne to start, and then went to the 'do, which was smashingly fun. I adore my clients, and watching them succeed and expand their reach is one of my life's truest pleasures. On my way out of the benefit, held in a gallery, I bought an eight-and-a-half foot tall Buddha. I knew it was mine.
Previously: On Wishes, & How to Get Yours.
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