the beauty of an ordinary life
The letter, were there to be one (which there will not), might continue this way: And now it is finally October. The end of sandals, the start of boots. Irrespective of temperature (because, in Memphis one can’t be particular about such things), October is the beginning of stews and pot-pies, of flower beds going to…
Here’s how you invent yourself: slowly, then all at once. Under my desk at work there are two standing file folder holder things, one covered in red pleather, and one made of cream-colored cardboard, screen printed in soft aqua and labeled on one side… well, I actually can’t remember what’s on the side I can’t…
A few weeks ago a friend and I met for dinner (by which I mean cocktails) to compare career notes and try to solve a few work-related problems. She talked, and I listened; and then I talked, and she listened. And at the end of the night my friend said: You know, I think that…
