Crickets (the iPhone kind) wake me up at 5:30 every weekday morning. When they chirp I reach over and shut the alarm off for 15 minutes, then drag myself out of bed and head downstairs to make coffee. I wait, pour myself a cup, then walk into my office and sit at my desk. I … Continue reading Notebook vs journal: What’s in a name?
A regular Monday feature highlighting an excerpt from the past weekend's reading: "They took care of each other during the day, but at night they went to the ruins of their own houses. Each had found a corner to sleep in shielded on one side by a wall and the other by sticks and thatch. They struggled to … Continue reading Recommended reading
I keep a writing notebook, thanks in part to a lifetime of journaling but mostly as a new habit I started after reading Natalie Goldberg's fantastic book, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within. (If you haven't read it, please stop now and order it from your local bookstore or download it to your Kindle. It's a little … Continue reading The Notebook(s)
The United States women’s Olympic hockey team lost the gold medal game to Canada yesterday, giving up a two-goal lead with less than two minutes left in the third period, and the winning goal a little over halfway into overtime. It was heartbreaking, even more so than today's loss by the US men’s team to … Continue reading Hockey Heartbreak and Friday Night Lights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VteDp3IK-60 The Reader. Try not to tear up when you watch this, well, commercial for whiskey. But let's just ignore that part and enjoy the story. Because it's wonderful.
Author Gary Shteyngart, in today's New York Times Book Review: "It's so nice to turn the pages of a real printed book with a small, sweet creature like my son, Johnny, by my side. I'm reminded of my father reading to me as a child, my head against his chest, letting the heavy Russian words … Continue reading Sunday best
The view from my window is of pure white today, the only contrast being the brick houses and bare trees that look almost black against the snow. Smoke puffs from a chimney across the street, a hint of warmth inside, but otherwise everything looks frozen. It's a perfect day to read, curled up on the couch, … Continue reading Weekend reading: Something warm