Candles for a wee boy from Kentucky.
I mean, seriously, what kind of crazed stalker hormonal menopausal sleep deprived hot flashing fan (who may or may not have gone to every bookstore in town last night to find the new Vanity Fair with someone on the cover) would I be if I didn't at least say a …
So, 70 days from today, I’ll wake up 50.
There is much to say about this turning of the 50, but this post is a simple "can you come?" kind of post. Since I first mentioned that I want to eat at Topolobampo on my 50th birthday, many folks have emailed to ask if I was serious. Absolutely. Unfortunately, …
Sing on the Paris Metro!
First posted in April 2007, I just heard this group again live in the NPR studios and was reminded how much I love, LOVE this video. Please let me always ALWAYS be the woman who would turn around and start dancing. A good Saturday morning start. Enjoy!
Channel your inner halfathoner.
It's finally here, the official 2009 Life is a Verb Flying Pig Half – Marathon Team T-shirt! Now available for sale in the 37days shop, I hope you'll take a look! Perhaps wearing this happy shirt will inspire you to join us for the May 2, 2010, half-marathon in Cincinnati …
Talk to me. For six months.
Dear friends, I have been so overwhelmed by the response to Life is a Verb. Overwhelmed in a good way. Thousands of letters and emails later, I'm touched and moved and just plain verklempt at the truthfulness and honesty and vulnerability with which people are writing to me, telling me …
Picnic, lightning.
We have these lessons daily. Daily. Someone close to us dies, with regrets or not. With hope or not. With love or not. With time to say goodbye. Or not. Sometimes we don't even get 37 days. I mourn those passengers aboard last night's Air France flight, hit by lightning, …
A litany for Gay.
I have written before about a weekend at the farm, my friend Gay's family place – magic, it is – in North Carolina. A weekend during which the rains of a hurricane bore down upon us, making me lie awake in my tiny twin bed wondering if the lake would …
happiness, when it’s done right, is a kind of holiness
Poppies The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn’t a place in this world that doesn’t sooner or later drown in the indigoes of darkness, but now, for a while, …
Come over the rainbow with me, just for a moment
You need to sit still for five minutes and thirty seconds and listen to Eva Cassidy today. I know you think you don’t have five minutes and thirty seconds to spare, but you do. You do.
