Without a doubt my favorite thing about my father was his ability to laugh at himself, particularly during life's humiliating moments. His humor was never self-deprecating or diversionary; his laughter never awkward. Case in point: one year my father and step-mother hosted a very elegant Christmas morning brunch for our family and a few close … Continue reading Beautifully imperfect.
"You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit," a friend frequently tells her children. At issue is usually red popsicle vs. purple, or something similarly unimportant. These behavioral guidelines are on my mind today as I think about my friend Elizabeth, whose inspiring story was published in our local paper this morning. … Continue reading Choose wisely.
It's funny how the little things, almost afterthoughts, can take root and grow. Three years ago as I frantically attended to last-minute details on the eve of our first Donor Fest event (a crazy-a** wild idea I dreamed up for the biggest-ever blood drive in our community), I hit a snag. Limited edition t-shirts were … Continue reading The little things.
I joined a book club. Actually, I agreed to attend the inaugural meeting of a book club, at the invitation of a dear friend, newly divorced, who's starting a new chapter in her life. Book of the month? Fifty Shades of Grey (horrible prose, great sex, brilliant publishing strategy). The novel was equally awful and … Continue reading 50 shades of friendship.
25 years ago today (ish) I graduated from Princeton University with a degree in visual art (photography) surrounded by the expectation that I would do extraordinary things. Our reunion weekend began yesterday, and I am content to be reading about it on Facebook from the comfort of my perfectly ordinary Memphis, TN kitchen, reflecting on … Continue reading 25 ordinary years
"When the going gets tough," my stepmother would say, "just put on your tiara." No one reminds me more of this good advice than my friend Marjorie. With a closet full of fun and festive accessories, she livens up any ordinary day. Especially when the going gets tough.
Although maybe I should call this post "Groundhog Day," as this is the third time I've created it in the last three days. Maybe third time will be the charm. I was reminded that Memorial Day, the traditional start of the summer season, is not national barbeque day but rather a day of solemn remembrance … Continue reading memorial day.12