My stalwart brother was visiting this weekend, and we had an intimate conversation about how different our lives have been. His has been comfortably linear – a good job, a well-appointed home, a devoted long-term spouse. When I asked him how this happened, he replied, “I always followed the rules and did what I was supposed to do.” On occasion, I’ve felt envy of his path. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes felt the same of mine. Isn’t that’s how it goes?
Comic by Wes Hotchkiss
With the help of a fun iPhone app, I’m finally learning Spanish.
Illustration by Lisa Congdon
Each morning as consciousness begins to seep in, I mouth a few moments of gratitude, inventorying the elemental things I take for granted. The air in my lungs, sturdy muscles in my legs, a healthy heart, and these days I include a thanks for water flowing from the faucet.
Earth by Jean-Michel Basquiat
Nothing lifts me up like a good grilled cheese sandwich or a bowl of mac & cheese (especially on date night). Only until I saw this, did I even imagine combining the two. I feel better already.
The next time I feel a pity party coming on, I’m going to look at photos from the Boston Marathon and read stories of the bombing survivors who crossed the finish line. I’m humbled and inspired.
Photo from the Boston Globe
Crossing a busy street
On a first date
Walking the dog
Watching the final season of Mad Men
Apple Announces Revolution by Jean Jullien
Home repair is not my thing, so I own a basic toolkit, and I’m fine with it. Where I really expend time and energy is in the kitchen. There is high-end cookware that I dream about (like Le Creuset). But more and more, I reach for lightweight nonstick pans and even aluminum roasters that I buy in bulk at Costco (forgive me, environment) because they’re easy to maneuver and clean up. Do you have a surprising favorite tool?
Photo by Reverbere Studio