The inconvenient issue with my knee, the pop I heard while playing tennis with my son a month ago, turned out to be a torn meniscus. As a result, I'm unable to do many things I'm used to doing, and I have to do other things instead. Like sit my fat ass in a chair … Continue reading A few things: April 2019
The advice, you'll recall, was this: You want them when they're little, but they need you when they're big. That's from my friend Barbara, admonishing me at the time (I was 7 months pregnant with my now-17-year-old son) to find excellent child care, throw myself into high-paying work, and save the "flexible hours, work from … Continue reading A few things: October/November 2018
When last we were together in this sort of month-in-review (month-in-preview), listicle way, it was the end of May. Hydrangeas were in bloom, tomatoes were still just tiny yellow flowers (if that), I was preparing for some big changes in my work-work, I had just re-booted Larksome Goods as a stationery and paper goods start-up, … Continue reading A few things: September 2018
A few notes on writing, cooking, working, reading, from the long, hot month of May.
Let's open with a confession: While I've sent countless notes, cards, postcards, etc., there are at least as many notes I should have written but didn't. And I regret every one I didn't send. Every note I waited too long to write (and send), not realizing that it's never too late. Every note I wrote … Continue reading A few things: April 2018
I caught a nasty cold in Seattle, and it was - by and large - my own fault. It's possible you're wondering, "what was she doing so far away from Memphis?" and I'll tell you. But first I must give credit where credit's due. The reason I got a cold was that I failed to … Continue reading Don’t forget to write.
The part of this that is a story, at the beginning, is mostly true and very short - hardly even a story, it's so short. But it's true nonetheless, in the important ways, and amended appropriately because it isn't mine. A number of years ago a dear friend was hosting Thanksgiving dinner. More specifically, a … Continue reading Babies, tarnish and dust.
This may seem disjointed; that's simply the way things are. My friend Harriet, the Harriet who is very much alive, is a quilter. She sews the most beautiful quilts (and other things, too) and has the best sewing adventures to tell, stories I would share except that they are hers and not mine. I mention … Continue reading The living and the dead.
