the beauty of an ordinary life
(Written on a tiny phone screen again, this time while on a plane. Expect typos and funny word substitutions.) When I started working at what is now Kindred Place, one of the first items on my to-do list was planning and executing the annual fundraising event, known at the time as the Hands of Hope … Continue reading Dreams.
I'm going to write this free-form and fairly quickly, because I have for days now worked a little at a time, writing and erasing, editing and refining what I intended to offer as the last entry in this 56-day lark. I've written and re-written and it's still utterly dull and now quite overworked. This morning, … Continue reading Something about companionship.
A couple I know, or used to know, had an enviable weeknight routine: When he arrived home from work each day, she made two martinis, handed one to him, and the two of them sat together in a room to talk about their respective days. Their children knew better than to interrupt them, knew they … Continue reading Something about cocktail hour.
First and foremost: It is still October 2 where I am, even though it is now October 3 in the place where I wrote the first 53 posts in this series. So, I have not missed a day. I just managed to get a 26 hour day in which to post this entry, because… I … Continue reading Something about traveling and reading and not writing.
From the beginning, almost a decade ago, I pledged to keep this separate from that, to keep the personal and professional entirely independent of one another. This blog would be my personal space, for personal things, walled off from my professional work. It was an outlet, a hobby, a lark. My professional life would, in … Continue reading Something about this and that.
Actually there are two things, from two different days, that I've promised you. Did you notice? The one thing, the longer thing (a sprawling, "needs some work and some editing" thing) is still in the incubator. And it's behind a few other things, so don't be expecting it tomorrow because it isn't coming your way … Continue reading Something about that thing from the other day.
(You'll think, possibly, that this, finally, is the thing. It is not. But it's post number 50 of 56. FIFTY! Cue Molly Shannon....) Maybe you do this, too: Sometimes, I get sucked into thinking that everyone knows what I know, that I don't know anything especially helpful or informative or different from what people, in … Continue reading Something about art.
(Ten to go. I've made it this far; quitting is not an option.) Here's the deal: I've been working on a post, off an on today, and it's not finished, and I'm tired. So, I'll finish it tomorrow. Because sleep matters to me, and that's a firm boundary. But I'll offer a placeholder, something I've … Continue reading Something about boundaries.
jenny's lark 