Calgary, take me away…
I’ve been home for weeks now. And yet, today, I’m packing my rollaboard happy wagon full of organic free-trade soy moisturizer not tested on animals and Badger Sleep Balm (addiction alert), all in 3.4 ounce bottles in preparation for my very first trip to Calgary. Whenever I pack for a …
Walk down another street
This blog began as a result of a death. Diagnosed with lung cancer, my stepfather died 37 days later, leading me on a journey to explore and question what I would do if I had 37 days left to live. The answer was, in part, to write these essays as …
Stalk the mailman.
There is really nothing I like more than getting mail. Real mail. Not "Dear Homeowner" or "Resident" or anything with letters remotely resembling I.R.S. on the envelope, but honest-to-god envelopes with handwriting on them, the kind where someone far, far away picks up a pen with one hand, turns the …
Name that book.
Hypothetical question. You’ve written a blog for three years. Let’s say it’s called 37days. A publisher wants to make a book out of 37 of the essays from the blog. What’s the title of the book? What’s the subtitle? What would stand out on the shelf and tell in an …
Act as if plastic bags are covered in scratchy evil.
Today is Blog Action Day and I nearly missed it, what with my incessant car-pooling and dinner-cooking and dish-washing and child-dressing. Bloggers all over the world have focused on the environment today, posting great wonderful poetic essays about what we can all do to help the environment, to act–for once, …
Don’t laugh at me.
Laughter is a deflection, something we often do when we are anxious or uncomfortable. Sometimes we laugh because of fear, vulnerability, ignorance. Thanks to And Another Thing, where I saw this video this morning. As a longtime supporter of the Special Olympics, it was especially moving to me. By the …
Go beyond remembering.
Nine years ago today, this young man died a horrible death. You and I–we didn’t know it was happening, we couldn’t help him, but I think we can help others like him. We must, I believe. Shortly after midnight on October 7, 1998, east of Laramie, Wyoming, 21-year-old Matthew Shepard …
2008 Calendars available soon!
On the first day of every month in 2007, I’ve received a wonderful email from a fabulous woman named Shelley who I’ve never met (who? whom? Where’s my friend Rosemary, the Grammar Queen?) with the words "Happy Tiny Little Rubber Bands Day" in the subject line. It’s my first reminder …
My new favorite quote
"There is no solution, seek it lovingly." -Harlan Miller [image from here]
