Women walk through the snow barefoot – k d lang
Sorry. I just couldn’t resist. This is simply gorgeous. I wonder. Who would I walk through the snow barefoot for? You? Do they know?
Poets help us love the bump on our nose
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. -Salvatore Quasimodo Someone who reads 37days wrote last week to ask about my perfect life. How did it become so perfect? Mr Brilliant rushed into the room …
Women play poker – Frau Maria Schmidt
…love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other. -Han Suyin My suitcase wasn’t on the carousel when we arrived in Munich. Everyone else got their bags, but mine wasn’t there. “I’ll stay with Patti,” my roommate Elizabeth …
Happy birthday, Mr Brilliant
I don’t know. Have I mentioned once or twice or a thousand times that I love Mr Brilliant? Not just for the spectacular ways in which he thinks and the marvelous crazy wonderful gifts and the James Joyce glasses and the fact that he calls up the White House chef …
Welcome to 37days…
At some point in our lives, we’ll all just have thirty-seven days to live. Maybe that day is today. Maybe not. There are new, interesting eyes (and, presumably, whole faces) peeking into 37days recently—many as a result of this site being newly noted as a TypePad Featured Blog. Thanks, TypePad! …
Be generous and love more
When I started writing LIFE IS A VERB, the first book to emerge from these pages of 37days, I started noticing patterns, like all of life is a pattern. What were the organizing patterns around which these essays fell? What lessons were they teaching me? As I sat and read …
