A long time ago I read something Kevin Smith said about how if you ever thought you might be a filmmaker, guess what: you are. I don’t remember how he said it exactly, but what I took away was that if you want to be a
Three Years
There’s a lot of mysticism about the number three and its special role in the universe. Some say it’s the strongest number, because the triangle is the most stable physical shape. That makes a strange sort of sense to me today. Today
Books that have inspired or influenced me
You know those things that are half meme, half chain letter? Where someone tags you and you have to answer a bunch of questions or play a game and then tag a bunch more people? Well, I got tagged in
Award-Winning Whatever
I’m filling out this in-depth form to apply for a professional program, and it asks about school honors, awards, and prizes. Which jogged my memory enough to recall that within a few years of each other in grade school, I:
This Week Alone
This week alone, my first week of transitioning to my new business, I have: Spoken to a group of undergrad students about empathy in marketing strategy, prepped for a similar talk to a larger group of students, moderated a panel
So long, 2012, you axe-wielding psycho.
I’ll tell you straight up: 2012 seemed as if it came at me like a psycho with an axe. I mean, intense personal loss is usually enough to color the character of an entire calendar year. Going through a nearly year-long period of physical pain would…
Mixed metaphors, and life after death
You might not know it by what I’ve written here in the last few months, but I swear I can be a whole lot of fun. I really do think about many topics besides death. I laugh far, far more often than I cry. And I smile most of the time. I just do. Bu…
On choosing what to keep
Tomorrow it will have been four weeks since Karsten died. Wednesday will be one month. Dates have been whizzing by me while I try to get back to my life, to the extent that that’s been possible, and I find here and there I’ve lost track of how man…
Seeing through the swirl
The human condition, I suppose, is to be capable of deep, thorough, feel-it-ache-in-your-bones love, and to be mortal anyway, and know you’ll someday lose it, one way or the other. It is, inevitably, not fair. My partner/husband/best friend/co-con…
Lilies and babies and the circle of life
My great aunt Marie was my father’s mother’s older sister, and the only great aunt I’ve ever really known. As kids, my sister and brother and I used to stay with her or with my grandparents in the retirement home where they lived whenever my paren…