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Nice round numbers are our friends

There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." -Leonard Cohen Tonight, 37days celebrates a nice round number. Marion L. Murff commented on my latest post, leaving what would be the 5,000th comment on these pages. According to her blog, Marion is a Southern girl drunk on …

Celebrate alphabetical order (and win a book of poetry)

37days – 50th Birthday Year Giveaway #3: The story of the poems from Patti Digh on Vimeo. Stars I think about, if I could fly, I could reach in a few old-fashioned days. But physicists’ stars I use as buttons, buttoning up curtains of emptiness. If I stretch my arms …

Sit yourself down

Sometimes the message you need arrives in your inbox just at the moment when you needed it most. Or at your front door holding a six-pack of Blenheim's Ginger Ale, the newest People magazine with Michelle Obama's awesome arms on the cover, and a case of Thin Mints. Just sayin. …

Stay in the room

I recently got an email from a high school student doing research about being a writer. She wondered if I would answer a few questions about the profession of writing for her class project. I said I would, stifling my initial reaction of "you should really ask a writer," in …

Seek primitive comfort

My friend, Lila, sent me this poem today. She said it reminded her of me. I think it reminded her of Yaron, and perhaps me. That's what it reminded me of, the two of us. Of all of us. Of squeezing in next to someone, arm to arm. So beautiful. …

Kiss a snowman

Snow. Heavy, wet snow. Big thick flakes all day. Comfort food for dinner, now watching movies with Emma. "Finding Neverland" (I'm a teeny weeny bit fond of one of the actors in it) and "Pride and Prejudice," which we have watched together no fewer than 463 times. This gorgeous photo …

Be specific

Big news in the tooth department. Even in her excitement, the child knew to be real specific.

Hold my hand, walk with me, laugh in 17G

It was a bright, very cold day. After speaking in Miami that morning, I landed at JFK and found a text message from Emma who had landed just minutes before. We were in different terminals, but she had been met by my editor from Globe Pequot Press, Mary Norris, and …

Blow dry your Oscar

After a few flip-flop wearing days in Florida pretending to work beside a pool while the familial units send videos of the snow at home, I'm winging my way to NYC tomorrow to meet Emma there and attend the Books for a Better Life awards. Life is a Verb has …

There is right at a 100% chance I will NOT be doing this to celebrate my 50th birthday.

wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.