May 12, 2020
Gleanings
- Thrilling (read: meaningful, brave, productive) conversations between friends don’t require mountaintops or war zones—they thrive in deceptively placid settings, where restless hands brush aside crumbs while the worst of life’s torments are explored.
- Though the mulberry is technically invasive, and sometimes I resent the way it’s shaded out part of my garden, I still see the tree as a gift.
- This virus is teaching us a whole new vocabulary. Social distancing. Self isolation. Presumptive. COVID-19. I even had to dictate this new word into the dictionary of the voice recognition software I use to write. (New blog alert! By a BLOG SCHOOL GRAD, no less!)
- While we all remain a little concerned individually that our reading enthusiasm and tempo is not quite what it was (but hey, it’s never been a competition), our aggregate book list is still rich, formidable and gorgeous.
- When the pool re-opens, I’m not sure how I’ll feel.
- What matters even more for me is a cookbook about eating and sharing as much as it is about cooking.
- It’s been ten years since my mother died but I think of her daily.
- You are one great dame and each time I think of you I’m reminded that there is really no higher aspiration for a woman.
- Homemade tater tots, huh. Huh. I would not bother, personally.
- As this shut-in time wears on and wears me down, it helps to imagine doing a little more ‘square haunting’ of my own some day.
- One of the things I’m most grateful for in this life is the innocence, security and endless love of my childhood.
- This is one instance of a more general dilemma which radical political movements have often grappled with: should we choose our terms to reflect the world as it currently is, or the world as we would like it to become?
- You’ll have to write a new Covid edition of your book called The Artist’s Way: Watching The Great Canadian Baking Show Counts as Art when the Alternative is a Mental Breakdown.
- ‘I think I have forgotten what a street fully lit and all the other things that go with peace look like…’
- It felt like hope. The world was showing off and waking up and maybe that was the sign that she would, too.
- If you’re lucky, like me, and live near a forest full of shagbark hickory trees, it’s easy to make this wonderful, velvety, smoky, sweet syrup – a gift from the forest.
Thank you for including me in this lovely assortment of gleanings. I’ve visited half so far and look forward to the rest once I send this wee note to you.