1. Books like Kate Walbert's A Short History of Women, which I finished last night. It gives me hope that language can be spare and unpredictable and still arrestingly beautiful. Also further proof that lyric and narrative can sleep comfortably side by side.
3. I'm not this woman, smiling painfully and waiting to be interviewed by Matt Lauer or similar. I swear, the Today Show was promoting this one every five minutes, and as I ran, I grew more and more sad for her, still trying gamely to show her bride's white smile for the cameras. We should all be ashamed for watching, necks craned for the wreck as we pass by on our way to the everyday.
4. My choice of careers, in spite of what it costs. And I'm listing this one while the feeling lasts, since it costs a lot. Today my job is to figure out how to go from this to this. I'm thinking of starting here. Bring it on.
Happy Thanksgiving a little early, y'all.
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