Category Archives: dear friends

Sailing together, weather be damned

(1997: our first reunion) I’m going to be with the women who are closest to my heart this weekend.  The brilliant, wise, intelligent, kind, loving, loyal, hilarious women who created for me – finally! – a place I felt I belonged.  We have come so far from those sun and beer-soaked days 15 years ago [...]

Old friends and the next generation

Once upon a time I had three fabulous, brilliant, entertaining roommates in college.  Let’s call them C, C, and K.  They are still ground zero.  I’ll never forget the year we lived in a quad so small that we had to take out all four desks to un-bunk the beds.  That was the year when [...]

Song and memory

This weekend was glorious: finally, full sunshine, open windows letting in soft spring air, children biking and running until they were exhausted, and dinner at a restaurant so nearby that Matt and I could walk there through the dusky spring evening. Saturday I spent five hours in the car scanning unfamiliar radio stations.  I’ve written [...]

Love within a family

There’s no vocabulary for love within a family Love that’s lived in, but not looked at Love within the light of which all else is seen, The love within which all other love finds speech, This love is silent. -T.S. Eliot I’m in New Hampshire (on the Lost island, I joke, for the complete lack [...]

No distance at all

I’ve written about Jessica before.  She is one of my oldest and very best friends.  If I have a soul sister she is it.  We met at Cape Cod Sea Camps in the summer of 1988 and after a few days we were inseparable.  After an interval where we fought about something that neither of [...]

What matters is how well we have loved

Like many of us, I was deeply touched by Barack Obama’s speech on Wednesday at the Tucson memorial service.  The lines that spoke to me most are these: “We’re shaken from our routines, and forced to look inward. We reflect on the past. Did we spend enough time with an aging parent, we wonder. Did [...]

The future like a bright ribbon unspooling

I showed up at Princeton anxious, nervous, and, I realize now, quite wounded from two very difficult years at boarding school.  I was incredibly fortunate to find, amid those Gothic towers, magnolia leaves, and foamy keg beer, at last, a place that felt like home … I found a group of women who embraced me.  [...]

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 [...]

A Thanksgiving Chat

My friend and HBS classmate Chris and I have connected through our blogs in the last year.  I did not know Chris at school, though I knew who he was, and my impression was that he was very bright and very authentically happy.  I assumed he would have no interest in someone with as little [...]