Before we left to go to the airport, I told Michael I was nervous about not working.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to not work. That while looking at Botticelli, all I'd be thinking about was how I needed to find better service so I could respond to a client email.Read More
As a rule, I don't like to tell people to start businesses unless they ask me about it (then I can't really shut up about it).
But goodness, I've spent the last week and a half or so telling my sister that she should start one.Read More
Maybe it's because it was the first time I had ever been skinny dipping (I know. I am that person.) that the memory of standing at the shore of the Puget Sound in my towel from a couple of weeks ago is still so potent in my mind.
Maybe it's because for that week, I had been under the spell of genius artists and I had come to think of them more as people with beautiful brains than with beautiful bodies.Read More
he journey to get to the Loom house last week on Whidbey Island included slipping across dark water, driving through golden fields interspersed with tall evergreen trees, and finally arriving on a beach full of smooth driftwood. Through it all, we were surrounded by purple hills that faded into layers in the background of the Sound. It was the kind of place built to focus your thoughts on the natural world and forget--if even for a few days--the thoughts that build up in your mind like a dam and keep you from living.Read More
When my sister was really young, she used to tell us stories about her friends at school that would drag on and on. She was adorable, but I remember watching her talk and think, “okay, what am I supposed to be listening for right now?” I know, it’s so rude of me to think that. And I know I tell stories plenty of times where my husband looks at me like, “okay, what was the point of that again?” So I get that it can be rough to stay focused and to set up a story well.
The same thing can happen with photos.Read More
When my sister was doing volunteer work in Argentina for a year and a half, she got lice. Twice. And she has the bushiest, hermione-est hair you can imagine. Beautiful, curly, thick. She cried when she had to comb through that head and get all of the eggs out. And then she cried again the second time.Read More
I was standing in a tiny shop in Jerusalem on one of my last days there, surveying the hand-painted pottery on the shelves. I didn’t have gifts for two of my sisters yet so I wanted to get something for them, but I also only had about $300 left in my bank account and no one took credit cards.
I looked each piece over, stood back, carried a few things around with me, put them back, found the same pieces in different patterns, snuck looks at the dinner plates on the wall, and made my own pile, and the behavior continued.Read More