I said hello early at the crest of the street. Brisk, isn’t it, I said, annoyed I was up and out so early and not wearing enough layers for the temperature. Yes, I love it, she replied from under her cap with the fur ball pom. Turning back, my ugh…
Category: Ideals
LIFE ON GRID PAPER
We walked by so many fountains early this morning and they made me think of a friend we had dinner with recently and that made me think of grid paper. Her birthday wish for herself was to think of others through the month more than herself so she set out…
OUR BEAUTIFUL COMMONNESS
High winds left the plants on the west-facing balcony disheveled and torn, taking life and beautiful blooms with them. They will recover with care. This gale-force unrest in our country tears at all of us. The noise, chaos and destruction rend the good along with the bad. How we react…
THE PLEASURE OF WRITING: A TABLE TALK WITH DETLEF BITTNER
I love fine writing paper about as much as anything. J. loves fine writing instruments. My dad has what he calls his lucky pen. This next long-form conversation in the Shopkeeper Series is a high point for me. It returns me in spirit to Carmel-by-the-Sea in California…like Charleston, a siren call…
A BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL
I feel like I went to church at The Blue Room and there were a thousand points of light to illuminate and connect what has been on my mind. We went to hear live R&B. The man on the stool next to me in the sort of makeshift balcony assumed…
THROUGH THE VEIL AND HOW NOT TO BE A PRICKLY PEAR
Two of our beautiful nieces are getting married. When our holiday bride was small she silently and tearfully retied her laces ten dozens of ways until she believed they were perfect. Our spring bride was pure play and sunshine or storm clouds. My wish for them is that they will…