Before we walked a public skyway connecting hotels and popular public spaces. I see it from the ground now and realize it’s become a metaphor for life. We’re all, whether saying goodbye to a loved one as we just have or trying to keep our shoulders back in the middle…
Category: Ideals
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I hope this post will help someone. I hope it will help me. I shared with J. on the way home from a day in the country that I feel unsteady, lacking confidence, awkward, uncomfortable in my skin. How is it possible in this late season that I have growing…
SUN PEEKING THROUGH
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…
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…