One of my favorite blogs out there is All & Sundry, written by Linda. She’s funny and smart and wise and manages to make me both laugh and cry with many of her posts. She writes an annual recap that for years I’ve pondered doing, and this year I’m going for it. Thank you, Linda, [...]
Monthly Archives: December 2010
What if my sensitivity is the road home?
I wanted her to see that the only life worth living is a life full of love; that loss is always part of the equation; that love and loss conjoined are the best opportunity we get to live fully, to be our strongest, our most compassionate, our most graceful selves. -Pam Houston I was thinking [...]
How sheer the veil is between this world and another
Matt has had a lovely assistant, M, for four years. I’ve spoken to her thousands of times (at least) on the phone, and I finally met her a couple of weeks ago at the firm’s summer event in Chatham. She was friendly and warm, her voice familiar even though her face was new. M died [...]
An endless alleluia and a constant goodbye
I know I write all the time about the powerful and perilous ways that Grace reminds me of myself, about how she seems to have a core of sensitivity, emotion, insecurity, and sentimentality running through her that I intimately recognize. Similarly, I’ve written before of Whit’s predilection towards lightness, his surprising humor, his lack of [...]
The ER, old friends, snow, and good books
So. Christmas Eve. Everybody is dressed, ready to go to church. This is without question my favorite church service of the year. I holler, “Coats on, everyone!” and am met, unexpectedly, with a howl of pain from Grace’s room. I amble in, expecting bickering over whose pen is whose or something equally critical. Instead, Whit [...]
A memory framed in magnolias
Memory. Where to start? I’ve written so much about it. About the mysterious alchemy whereby small moments, inconsequential as we lived them, become significant, weighty memories, full of recollected details. About the way that certain songs can transport me back, instantly and vividly, to the past. About the occasional awareness of the memory of a [...]
Day 25 of Reverb10 – Photo
December 25 – Photo – a present to yourself Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and [...]
My real life has already begun
The effort to be present in my life has been the single most important thing I’ve undertaken in the past couple of years. Maybe ever. It has transformed how I think about the world and myself, and the relationship between the two. When I say “being present” I mean, literally, being engaged in and awake [...]
Moment of truth by the tub
On our last day in Sanibel, Grace and Whit were horsing around in the pool. She dunked him aggressively and he was very upset. My mother immediately reprimanded her, asking her to get out of the pool for a few minutes. Grace, in classic form, dissolved into tears. She sat on a chair by the [...]

