OK, here's the idea: Write your way out. If you're in a funk, feeling unsettled, whatever, then writing might be just the thing to help you move on. What else might writing do? Well, for one thing, it will give you perspective as time passes. An example? I wrote that first line of this post … Continue reading A few things: November 2020
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.
