A little meme

I thoroughly enjoyed reading more about Devon‘s life, history, and preferences big and small when she answered the questions in this meme. I was flattered to see myself named as someone she’d be interested in seeing answer them, and so I do so now. Please go check out Devon’s blog – the name alone charmed me: You had me at neurotic. Devon writes brilliantly, and her heartfelt posts delve into where she came from, where she wants to go, and what her experience is like along the way. She loves to read and we love the same books, which is a quick way to my heart.

So, here you go, Devon … as you can see I have a hard time picking one of anything! 🙂

What experience has most shaped you, and why?

My unexpected pregnancy, delivery, and postpartum depression with Grace. The sum of all of my moves back and forth across the Atlantic as a child. Watching my mother’s best friend (and closest thing I had to another mother) die at 49.

If you had a whole day with no commitments, what would you do?

Read, run, write, and putter around my house. Maybe have a glass of wine with one of those friends I love dearly and never have enough time to see.

What food or drink could you never give up?

Diet Coke. White wine. Cheddar cheese. French fries. Swedish fish.

If you could travel anywhere, where would that be and why?

Weirdly, I don’t have a long list here. Maybe Thailand? New Zealand? Egypt? Am hoping my sister and her family help me out by going somewhere exotic on sabbatical soon.

Give me one easy savoury recipe that doesn’t include cheese.

Pigs in a blanket from Costco. Heat in toaster oven. Serve with ketchup and mustard.

What did you think you were going to be when you grew up?

A doctor. Always.

Which woman writer – living or dead – do you most admire and why?

Impossible to name one!

I admire deeply many female poets – Anne Sexton, Maxine Kumin, Adrienne Rich (the three of whom I wrote my thesis on), Sharon Olds, Mary Oliver, Jane Kenyon.

A group of memoirists moved me deeply this spring, when I dove into the genre: Dani Shapiro, Karen Maezen Miller, Katrina Kenison, Glenda Burgess.

And, of course, my idol, icon, personal spiritual advisor (and yes, I realize I am one of millions who feels this way) and all-around sage, Anne Lamott. Anne’s ability to marry humor with wisdom makes hers the single most meaningful voice I’ve read. I adore all of her non-fiction books and have read each of their heavily-underlined and annotated pages more than once.

What character trait inspires you the most?

A sense of humor, the ability to walk lightly through life, to see the sunshine without being too bogged down by the shadow. That, and patience.

What is your favorite kind of music?

Singer-songwriter music, often acoustic. Am often teased for being stuck in boarding school with my music tastes. That’s OK by me. I also have a completely opposed affection for cheezy Top 40, including American Idol winners (and runners up) – even though I don’t watch the show.

Which book or books have inspired or touched you the most?

The Norton Anthology (volumes 1 and 2) which woke me up to the brilliance and life-altering power of literature when I was in college.

Dani Shapiro’s Devotion, Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies, Plan B, and Grace Eventually, Elizabeth Strout’s novels.

What is the ideal wake-up time?

Between 7 and 8.

Name a cd that would have to be, hands down, your desert island cd. (Let’s ignore the lack of electricity on desert islands.)

Hard. Possibly Ray Lamontagne’s Gossip in the Grain.

What are three things you hope to accomplish within the next decade?

Publish a book

Learn to let go – of everything

Make a dent in the list of books I want to read before I die

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

Oh, this is a long list. First and foremost, I think, is that I’d deal with my sometimes-toxic insecurity. I’d like to care less about what others think, rely less on the world’s affirmation, be more confident about my own inner voice and inherent worth. This would also manifest in more generosity towards others, I think, if I was gentler to myself. Other than that? Stop getting cold sores, sleep better, have less muscular legs, have a sense of pitch, be a better athlete.

How has blogging changed who you are or how you see yourself?

It has begun to make me see myself, rarely and for only a fleeting second, but still, sometimes, as a writer.

Do you have a good luck charm, something you carry with you or a mantra you say or necklace or outfit you wear when you need that little something extra?

A locket of my grandmother’s that I inherited that contains baby pictures of my sister and me. Five notebooks, filled in my own handwriting, with poetry and quotes. I started in 1985 and I adore those books. A silver key ring that my father gave to my mother on my first birthday, with her monogram on one side and mine on the other.

What’s in my bag?

Becca at Drama for Mama tagged me in the “What’s In Your Bag” meme. I confess I’ve enjoyed voyeuristically reading everyone’s posts with photographs of what they carry with them every day. I love minutiae like that, and think it tells a lot about someone.

So, here we go. First, my bag:

I just last week made the seasonal swap from a black snakeskin bag. Today’s 40 degree monsoon is proving that to have been a bit optimistic. But anyway. I love this bag because it stands up on its own, the shoulder strap is long enough, and I love the color. There are also internal pockets that are perfect for my iphone (when it’s in there) and a pen and keys.

Now, the contents:

From top left, generally clockwise:

1. Black velvet Tom Ford sunglasses case. Haven’t needed them in a couple of days because of the aforementioned monsoon.

2. My cord bag. This carries all the various charging cords I need, plus my two extra-juice things for my iphone (a mophie juicepack and a fabulous little extra-charge thing that I call my elephant dock because it has an elephant sticker on it), plus the USB cords to connect everything to the computer.

3. Hairbrush. Notably, the handle is curved because this got boiled in the Great Lice Infestation of September 2008.

4. My blackberry. For work. Not checked very often.

5. Purell. A remnant from our recent airplane trip to FL visit Grandpa-heart-transplant (where germ avoidance is extra important). I don’t usually carry it.

6. Cherry chapstick. This is the closest I get to lipstick. Seriously. I am a total addict. The “cherry chap” is always with me.

7. Pen.

8. Black nylon pouch containing more lip balm (but why? I really only use my cherry chap), pressed powder, hand cream, and breath strips.

9. My wallet. Big enough to be called a clutch. But it has my whole life in it!

Notably absent is my iphone. Just like Becca, that’s because it’s mostly in my hand. Or in my jacket pocket. Or in my jeans back pocket. Always close at hand.

Now, my turn to tag! I look forward to seeing and reading about the things you carry, ladies:

Denise at Musings de Mommy
Kathryn at Marbury v. Madison Avenue
Jo at Mylestones

Ask me anything

Ask me anything at all.

Blatantly ripping off some
of my favorites here,
but I think it’s interesting.

Seriously, anything.

Ask HERE.

Sugar Doll: Ten things

In December, Kristen of Motherese generously handed me the Sugar Doll Award.  In turn, I passed the award on to Becca at Drama for Mama.  But I was remiss in listing ten things you don’t know about me, as specified by the award. 

I’ve already listed ten things here, and truthfully I find myself unsure if there are other interesting things to mention.  Hell, even when I release myself from the need for the facts to be interesting, I’m hard pressed to mine my very ordinary life for ten surprising things!  But I lack inspiration on this first day back in the rhythm of regular life for anything meatier than randomness, so here I go.

1.  I move fast.  I talk fast.  I write fast.  I make a lot of careless errors.  I’ve never taken the full amount of time to finish a test, ever (sitting for the final hour of a three-hour O Level exam: super stressful) – I left my GMAT 40% of the way through the allotted time (perhaps this was an early hint at how not-very-inspiring I found the content … hmm).  I find typos in this blog all the time, and have never received a school report that didn’t refer to my needing to check my work better.

2. My mother, my daughter, and I all have the same middle name.  It was my mother’s family name, and I hold it dear.

3. I go through phases where I listen to the same song over and over again.  Particularly in the car, which is actually the only time (other than when I run) that I listen to music.  Right now, they are: One (Bono/Mary J Blige version) and Kite (U2).

4. I am utterly, wildly obsessed with Anne Lamott right now (ok fine this is something you ALL know about me)

5. I love throwing things away.  I get really into it, to the point that I threw away our tax returns one year.  Not popular, that mistake.

6. For about three days as a child I wanted to be a Marine.  Then in college I decided I wanted to be on the Supreme Court.  One hitch: I didn’t really want to go to law school.  My father, unflaggingly supportive of any of my crazy-ass schemes, responded to that idea with, “well, Linds, that is going to be a tough road.”

7. I am stationery obsessed.  My mother was devout in her commitment to teach us to write thank you notes, and to this day I write them for everything.  As a child I always had all of my thank yous finished by bedtime on Christmas Day.  My children now write their own (well, Whit scrawls his name on the back of the card that I write).

8. I would much rather be cold than hot.  I hate being too hot.  I am such a wimp I don’t think I can live without a/c ever again.

9. In college I was assigned to the furthest-flung residential college, with a roommate named Lasagna.  We did not have a ton in common.  Sophomore year, my three roommates and I drew the very last room draw and wound up in rooms so small we had to take out all four desks to un-bunk the beds.  Junior year, I was the very last person off of the single room waiting list, and ended up in a converted broom closet (again, no desk.  not even a chair).  Senior year, the three people I drew with and I were at the very top of the entire school’s room draw.  #1.  Amazing karma.

10. I have to have a fan blowing on me while I sleep.  And I can’t sleep with anyone touching me.  Ever.

Quiet, from Texas

He just gets funnier. The letter of the week is “Q” this week. The Beginners are supposed to bring in an item that starts with the letter of the week. So for “F” Whit brought in a toy firetruck. For “H” he brought in his “handcuffs” (two glow-in-the-dark bracelets linked together, don’t ask, he came up with that all by himself).

For “I” I sent him in with ice cubes in a ziploc. I thought that was funny since the things get tacked onto a board where they stay all week. All week the forlorn bag of water in a ziploc dangled there.

Whit’s not a regular letter-of-the-week contributor, probably reflecting my laissez-faire attitude about this exercise (ok, fine, all things) with him. Poor second child. Anyway. This morning we debated what to bring in for Q. He came up with quilt. No quilts around here. Grace was thinking too, to no avail. Then Whit’s eyes lit up and he looked at me mischievously.

“I know.”

“What, Whit?”

“I’ll be quiet when I get to school. They will ask why I am not talking.”

“They will?” he looked at me with that withering, are-you-not-paying-attention stare that both kids seem to have perfected.

“Yes. And then I will tell them, I brought quiet for the letter of the day.”

I laughed, and said under my breath, “God, Whit, where did you come from?”

“Texas,” I heard him say, totally deadpan. What?
Also worth noting is Grace’s doodle from the other day – “Whit, a screaming monster.” I particularly like the hairy and detailed nostrils.

N.B.: (I think nota bene needs to be brought back): Screaming implies not quiet. Perhaps this helps explain the humor of Whit’s idea.