Patricia Bunin

Since I wrote a column about rearranging books in my library so that the mystery writers and poets could hang out on the same shelf, I've had many inquiries about the content of those conversations.

The truth is, what is said on the shelves stays on the shelves. That means the tomes can intone anything they want to each other, knowing it will remain safely

Getting your Trinity Audio player ready... If you haven't read “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” nursery rhyme in a long time, you might want to revisit it.

If it had been December, I might have thought the sounds of dancing on my roof were reindeer hooves.

Listening to the now very soft voice of my 100-year-old mother, it hit me that the “nothing special” moments are, of course, special. They are the reason I write this column, a rem

Patricia Bunin writes “… the ‘nothing special’ moments are, of course, special. They are the reason I write this column, a reminder that our moments are our lives.”

“I won't lie,” the woman holding several avocados said, “none of these are anywhere near ripe.

This year's house is the Baldwin Oaks Estate in Arcadia As a girl raised in the South, I had romantic fantasies about sipping mint juleps under a magnolia tree.

As a girl raised in the South, I had romantic fantasies about sipping mint juleps under a magnolia tree.

My birthday purple tulips bent forward and collapsed into a finale. Tulips don't fight endings. Like ballerinas, they take a graceful bow and are remembered for their elegance.