I’m a cynic about calling in to radio shows to express myself on the air. I don’t know why my opinion matters, and even if it did, I can’t imagine I’d ever get through the digital equivalent of a lit-up switchboard. Why bother, really?
So when I found myself pulling my car over to the side of the road recently to call D.C.’s MIX 107.3, I was surprised. I didn’t know the depth of loss I felt.
The topic was “things you gave your ex that they kept when you broke up.”
… Read more Love, Loss and What An Ex Kept
Recently I went to a foreign country, AKA a major-name clothing store. Okay no need to be coy; it was Lord & Taylor. I’m not a shopper (okay, I need to be kidnapped, blindfolded and led in wearing a straitjacket). But this time I did go under my own steam because I am wearing the same shirt every day, because L&T is near my house, and because there was a sale.
And people, this is a bizarre experience if you don’t do it regularly.
… Read more Shlumpadinkas and the Intimidating World of Retail
One of my mantras is “Give me a random Tuesday over a holiday any day.” Which is a grammatically strange mantra, now that I think of it because you can’t really have a Tuesday any day; it has to happen on — well — a Tuesday.
What I mean by that is that “normal” suits me. “Special” is less compelling. And a corollary of that is that normal can be special. Simply because it’s so normal. Or it’s glorious in its normalcy.
… Read more Boring is the New Special
Living in a biggish city, I love the variety of people that I encounter. How fun it is to have cross-pollination of the various worlds we inhabit; I do love that.
I often think about juxtapositions among my nearest and dearest. The fact is that within a week’s time:
- I could have visitors who prefer Bircher muesli and visitors who prefer Lucky Charms.
- I could invite over the friends who grew up working picking fruit for pay in elementary school and those who counted their debutante year as the hardest “work”
… Read more It Takes All Kinds
Many of you have seen the movie, A Man Named Pearl. If you haven’t, do. It’s about a man who had no idea of the limitations of topiary art, so he just started pruning and hacking and created a kingdom to behold.
But better yet, hie thee down to Bishopville, South Carolina, as I did recently, and check out Pearl’s yard yourself. It was positively inspiring, especially for fans of Dr. Seuss. I don’t know that Pearl claims any inspiration of Dr.
… Read more The Influence of Pearl Fryar: Topiary Bringing Joy
Let’s say you run into an acquaintance who — naturally — asks you how you are. When is it okay to say how you’re really feeling — even if the answer is “I’m feeling sort of blah” or even “I’m ecstatic because I got a raise?” When is it better to just say something polite and move on — vs. expressing what’s actually on your mind?
For most of us our conversational baseline is “How ya doin’?” followed by “Fine” or —
… Read more Truth or TMI?
Ok, I admit it… I used to spy on people. I fancied myself a regular Harriet the Spy, and I even had a spy route. But I was only 10.
When I matured, I knew that spying was wrong… so I gave it up. And took on “observing.” Same behavior, different label.
I don’t go into anybody’s private business. I don’t read mail that’s not for me. I don’t do dumpster-diving for financial information. I just pay attention.
And one thing I’ve noticed is that you can tell a lot about somebody by what they read.
… Read more You are what you read.
I almost never watch television. People sometimes wonder what I DO with myself without watching shows and sports on television. I love to read; I love to explore; I go on road trips; I like to go to museums and galleries and hang out with friends and do puzzles and cook and — well, frankly — sit in silence.
The American way is to go into one’s home in the evening and watch things, often with alcohol in hand and often alone.
… Read more Live vs. Televised