More pomegranates. More shelter.

Yesterday we thought about containers, which is a word I dislike but a concept I love. So we actually talked about shelter (and about blanket forts and ship voyages). And building a sukkah (conceptual or otherwise) to symbolically hold us while we go through whatever...

Structures and shelter.

There’s this thing in the world of self-help (self-helpishness? self-helpery?) where I kind of live — people are always talking about containers. About creating containers for things to happen in. I love the concept. Love it! I don’t love the word....

The month of new beginnings.

Or better: the month of newness and beginnings, since most beginnings are new anyway. This newness is special. You can just tell. So all of a sudden it’s September. And not just September but now. It was kind of … dark-ish when I climbed out of bed at six...

Bolivia.

I am thirty three years old and have not once seriously considered moving to Bolivia. It’s weird, because normally I wouldn’t even mention that. But here we are. Most women do end up moving to Bolivia. And by my age, you’re pretty much expected to...

Sally the Rally. The recap.

So I promised to tell you more about the spectacular projectizing Rally (Rally!) and then forgot. The Rally (Rally!) was completely inspired by this post, which in turn was inspired by scooter rallies, and which I was inspired to write about because of my gentleman...
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