Pure Goodness

I am on vacation in Seattle, and my heart is so happy I could cry. Last night, as Greta and I were settling in to go to sleep, she asked if she should wake me up in the morning.  In a moment of Shakespearean inspiration, what I meant to say was, “I’m sure I will…

And no, not because it’s been so awful. Only because nobody else could ever, ever compare. I will always be a JAM girl. And now, excuse me while I go weep.

For as much as I love cheese – which, trust me, my devotion is infinite and everlasting – I rarely eat grilled cheese.  Chalk it up to just another childhood overdose – I never eat peanut butter & jelly, either.  Grilled cheese lost its appeal before Clinton took office. Which is why it was shocking…

When this life, this world, this Whole Thing is all over, and we have the chance to look back on the story that was our life, I honestly believe that we won’t experience it as a narrative, but that we will hear it as a song – the most beautiful, sad, triumphant song ever written,…

Judge me if you will, but I plan on bawling my eyes out when I see Jessi Alexander sing Miley Cyrus’ “The Climb” at the Bluebird tonight. That song makes my heart burst. Speaking of my heart bursting, yesterday, I received a rogue voicemail that somehow wound up in our queue at work from a…

Speaking of entertainment… not that we were, but let’s do…* – – – – – – – – I cannot get enough “Friday Night Lights.” I have never so badly wanted to be a) a Texan, b) a football fan, or c) named Tami Taylor… sadly, none of which I will ever be. This show…

Julie: right before she kicked some serious booty on the GRE (not the GED, as I frequently refer to it), she sent me flowers at work yesterday.  She is so thoughtful, I can’t even stand it.  Julie Curtis is, perhaps, THE nicest person I know. Like, when I come home from the gym and I’m…

Before I begin, let’s all just take a minute to acknowledge the huge thing that happened yesterday.  The thing that made the world feel small – like everyone, no matter what culture, tribe, or tongue, agreed was a big event.  An incident that shook us out of our day-to-day reality, and made us think about…

Behold, the return of the deadbeat blogger! I mean, seriously.  It’s embarrassing.  I have been like an unfit mother – one who leaves her kids in the car while she hits up the Safeway for PBR and tampons.  I have abandoned this blog in the parking lot for far too many days – and in…

One month from yesterday, I will be leaving here… … and flying here. One month from today, I will be on my way here… … onboard this. One month from tomorrow, I will be watching these… … with wonderful family members, including them. We will welcome her back from Haiti. I will buy her one…