Today I wandered through an art opening here in town, built around the theme of funny faces. My spirits lifted the second I walked in the gallery door. People were standing around in small groups, chit chatting as we do, especially in a small town on Saturdays.
I have a friend who, in a very few short days, is starting something new and difficult in her work. It’s a promotion in status and pay for sure, but it’s also a promotion into anxiety and sweating and probably bad dreams and almost certainly making a mistake or two, or maybe three or four.
Other people’s glittery boots Read More »
This morning I lay in bed for a few quiet moments before I had to get up and start herding cats (actually, cat singular) to church.
White Space in my Head Space Read More »
Recently two very good friends — women I have swapped many a book title with — disliked two books that I love. This was shocking to me, in a disproportionate kind of way. One book was Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. The other was All the Light we Cannot See by Anthony Doerr.
When good friends don’t like good books Read More »
My sister Miriam and I were walking down a dusty street in Poipot, a border town in Cambodia, with Thailand a stones-throw away, when the darkest moment in our trip took place.
In the dark in Cambodia Read More »
