The most marvelous visit with Gloria this weekend. It’s an immense treat to have a day and an evening to simply HANG OUT! The children fell deeper into their joint infatuation with Aunt Glo. More details to come, but this cartoon is for you, Glo!!! We love you.

It’s a Princeton day, through and through. Both kids in their garb, going to pick Gloria up at Logan at 11, looking forward to seeing assorted Princetonians at the tailgates.

Aptly, as I ran this morning, Cambridge’s streets were a soggy blaze of bright orange leaves.

Sarah

You know those rare, special friends who remind you that you are not alone? I am so fortunate to know a handful of these people, whose very presence in this world affirms and reassures me. I spent this afternoon with Sarah (above, at Grace’s second birthday party, pregnant with Oliver, with John and Rosie) and was reminded of her critical importance in this small group. Sarah’s insightful, funny, practical outlook on life as a woman and a parent is as unique as it is refreshing. She’s one of those rare friends with whom I never, ever run out of things to say. I remember one lunch where, already running 45 minutes late because we’d talked and talked, we kept chatting as she was going down the elevator to the garage – we were shouting as she disappeared underground, unwilling to stop talking. There is so much about you, Sarah, that I admire and respect: your profound commitment to both your family and to your individual identity, your passionate pursuit of professional challenge and fulfillment, your relentlessly entertaining and humorous perspective on life’s travails, your candor and honesty about what you find difficult. Of course, a big part of our bond bond is that many of those are the things I find hard too. I remember vividly an email about having given yourself a pedicure while feeding Rosie (as a toddler) breakfast: you were simultaneously applauding yourself and recognizing a certain failure to be “present.” This is a tension I grapple mightily with as well, and I’m glad to share that effort with you.
Oh, what a it is blessing to have women like this in my life – I am so grateful for you, you wonderful, bright, brilliant, complicated women who walk with me. THANK YOU.
I have a new favorite song: Home, by the Foo Fighters. It makes my heart ache thinking about the multiple ways we can define home, of all the places and people that have a claim to such a title.


“The sterner part of me, the part that’s determined to be nobody’s fool, says, ‘Just admit it. God is a fiction we’ve invented to help us live with our awareness of our own mortality.’ … But at the same time, a universe with no ordering intelligence of any kind is so barren … Do I, does anyone, really and truly want to be so undeluded as to live in a world wholly devoid of mystery and magic?” – Michael Cunningham

Ambien has turned against me!

It now consisently wakes me up at 5:00-5:30. Worse than a toddler!

Need a new emergency use sleeping crutch, clearly. Boo. Day ahead looms long indeed.