Well, no. Actually, it's about guns. Again. This time, today, in Collierville, Tennessee. It's the Guns. (Originally posted on August 4, 2019, after a mass shooting in El Paso, Texas. The version below has been lightly edited from the original.) Trying to make things make sense, to sort it out in my head, or at … Continue reading Something about Groundhog Day.
Many years ago I abandoned the Church of the New York Times in favor of the Church of Teaching Sunday School to 6-9 Year-Olds, where we discussed Why We are Here and What It’s All About, not because that was the curriculum but because those things were, and will always be, very much on the minds … Continue reading Something about the mystery of life and death.
Ah, look; late again. But better late than not at all. Let's do it. A very long time ago I worked for a terrible, terrible boss. Irredeemably terrible (to this day, I'm told, though I wouldn't know). A vile, belittling, mean-spirited, beady-eyed tosser. So for me to give him credit for anything good is notable, … Continue reading Something about a brand promise.
(Salty language alert. Read (or don’t read) accordingly.) "Hey! I've got an idea!" she said to herself. "You should totally use your birthday to get in the habit of writing more frequently. Daily! You can do it. You fucking can." Day 1 ("56"): Start enigmatically, so you if you sleep on things and reconsider this … Continue reading Something about commitment.
(For anyone counting, this is 41 of 56. After this, there are 15 to go. And this one? It's short. And there are recipe links.) So, back to food and cooking: Once upon a time, in the Before Times, I used to come home from my office in the middle of the day, most days, … Continue reading Something for lunch.
FORTY. Huzzah! Let's do it: There's an age by which a woman is supposed to have come into her own, to know a thing or two. Who decides this magic number that marks a woman's arrival? She does, silly. In my observation, though, women don't always seize this inherent power. A friend of mine -- … Continue reading Something about finding one’s voice.
Once upon a time, a few years ago (before COVID...), my little sister, the super-smart doctor, came to Memphis for a conference, and while she was in Memphis she came to visit me. And we were sitting in my kitchen, my super-smart sister and I, where I was trying to finish up a couple of … Continue reading Something about your brain.
(For anyone counting, this is post 38 of 56.) If you know me in real life (and possibly even if you don't), then you know that I'm a serial starter, not a finisher. I am a non-stop idea factory, and I have countless started-but-never-finished blogs, businesses, books, essays, sewing projects, paintings, and projects to prove … Continue reading Something about finishing.
