January 8, 2019
Gleanings
- “And you realize that if we lived in a country that had its priorities straight, there would be no falling-down schools, and teachers would be paid $100,000 a year to start.”
- “But there’s strain of irrational angst, mad love, punched-in-the-gut pain, that no person, that no village, no matter how big can relieve a mother of. I realize now that pregnancy was just preparing me for it.”
- “I wore my job like a suit of armour—nothing would interrupt my ambition. I wasn’t okay, but I couldn’t admit it, let alone explain it.”
- “And so it goes, I thought, when families get together: we’re mutually astonished.”
- “10 More Things I’ve Learned Working at the Public Library.”
- “Who are the Golden Girls of Prospect Cemetery and why did they decide to spend eternity together?”
- “I always tell my daughters they can be anything they want, so long as they don’t make other people feel uncomfortable. “
- “It’s Christmas Eve, and you get to be in charge of your own magic.”
- “It was a phase and now I’m in a different one.”
- “But where does the wax go? I was awake early wondering. It must be the same place firewood goes when it burns, only part of the log reduced to ash. It goes to heat and smoke, to water, to carbon dioxide.”
- “Rather than following Kondo’s rules, I’d like to suggest another: it should be obligatory that all living spaces come with built-in bookshelves. (And a hammock.)”
