Sweating the Small Stuff

One good thing about dark winter mornings is that I’m awake for the sunrise. Not something I would otherwise make an effort for, but look what I miss in the summertime. Today is our 21st anniversary. On this date, lo these many years ago, David took me out for a drink and to see a movie after the Superbowl. I’m…

It’s a New Dawn…and I’m Feeling Good

There’s this song we sang in Girl Scouts that went Why sleep when the day has been called out by the sunFrom the night? Cuz the light’s gonnna shine on everyone.Why sleep when the sleep only closes up our eyes?Why sleep when we can watch the sun arise? It goes on from there in a perky fashion. And all you…

Trans-Genre’d

This reminds me of hot summer afternoons, lying on suburban lawns and watching the clouds drift by. These are from sunrise this morning, though, thus the pink, and I was never up that early in my teenage summers. Things change. Irene Goodman, described as a “leading literary agent in New York who has has many New York Times bestsellers,” which…

Patience Panties

A gal I talk to on Twitter, @Uppington, recently finished reading Pat Conroy’s The Prince of Tides, which remains one of my all-time favorite novels. There’s this exquisite moment when the mother shows the children the sun setting at the exact moment the moon rises. Conroy is a master of character and setting. He weaves both together to create in…