March 2, 2020
Gleanings
- I like to think of myself, in some ways, as an artist of the everyday.
- “Let it rest” can mean giving the piece an hour, if that’s the deadline. For an essay, a week or a month is better.
- Some moments call for flowers, or a lasagna.
- This is what blogging is about, that we can see each other even when we feel invisible, that through time and space and memory and algorithms, we see each other. We hear each other. That in the quiet, we are briefly together.
- First steps and leap years
- I’ve been keeping a “book” since 2011.
- A long time ago my husband built a hang glider.
- Due to the luck of the draw I was one of the last to be called, and the jury was selected before I was asked to return to court.
- So I’ve developed a kind of short hand for interpreting dating profiles to save me from spending a precious evening suffering through a bad date instead of chocolate-dipping a whole box of strawberries and eating them by myself.
- When people suggest feminism has somehow been a failure, I like to hark back to the world I was born into, the world that made my mother so full of suppressed fury…
Do you like reading good things online and want to make sure you don’t miss a “Gleanings” post? Then sign up to receive “Gleanings” delivered to your inbox each week(ish). And if you’ve read something excellent that you think we ought to check out, share the link in a comment below.
Your mother and a lot of women, I think. -Kate