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A Life Well Lived

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| I'm writing at our breakfast table, journal open, black ink on skinny lines.  The rain is slowly dripping off our grey deck.  The light floating in is grey, matching my grey and white tablecloth.  Knobby, naked trees beaded with rain drops stand watch outside.  But there are bright yellow daisies in a vase ...

January Notes.

31/31 days in January - 31/31 days in 2017   Favorite Moments One evening we drove around with our windows open, singing loudly.  The clouds were pink and the temperature had tipped its hat just shy of 70 degrees earlier in the day.  Tears sprung to my eyes because it was one of those rare moments where a ...

Why I’m Writing a Letter to Every Day in 2017

I remember, Pre-Internet, at the beginning of each year a set of skinny journals would appear on store shelves, all lined together in a box.  Their spines read January, February, March and continued with all the lovely names of the year.  Just looking at them made me think about all the life I could record in all of ...

A Toast For You

One of my favorite parts of a meal is the toast - formal or informal, clinking thin wine glasses together or touching two pieces of takeout pizza over a picnic on the living room floor.  Words spoken over a gathering of people is totally my jam. For the longest time, a group of girls gathered around my kitchen table ...

Becoming a Masterful Unlearner

I'm in one of those reflective spaces in life.  You know the kind.  They don't come around very often and are best accompanied by grey, drizzly days, cups of hot tea, and warbly music floating from the record player. A book project has just ended, which means I'm not frantically writing in every free moment, ...

Boston, A Love Letter

I'm sitting at a communal table in a tiny dining room.  None of the chairs match and the dark wood bears lighter marks where warm plates and mugs of coffee once sat, forming constellations of house dinners past.  Light is slanting in through the third floor windows, along with the cool, beginning of Fall air.  Fall ...

This Pep Talk is for You

There was a season of life when I used to haul around a ten foot long paper banner with two giant words written in red paint: Pep Talk.  I'd hang it in rooms in my residence halls, announcing my impending encouragement that my students couldn't escape.  Today, I'm hanging the Pep Talk banner in your living room, ...