change.

Looking back through the (embarrassingly few) posts on this site has led me to consider what has changed: a new president, weight I have gained, friends I have lost or found. And also to consider what has not: my job, my house, and a desire to change. What I now know is that change has happened- and will occur with or without help. It is best to provide the direction.

As long as you convey meaning.

I wonder if this would work at my job.

but no, I was out for stars.

On our way home from a trip to Moosalamoo this weekend, we stopped at the Robert Frost Interpretive Trail near Breadloaf. It was a beautiful day and a nice walk- Frost's poems were posted along the path. One in particular moved me. Though I believe in the power of Google, I can't seem to find it. I'll share it if I do.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

-Come In, Robert Frost.

this too shall pass.

ok, i know the title of this blog is a little dramatic. i just had a frustrating day on the job front. things will work out, and i've been (wisely) counseled by many to be patient. it's a hard pill to swallow, though ultimately it's probably the best thing. i want to "fix" things that make me unhappy immediately. sometimes, perhaps, most fixes aren't immediate, but instead require a period of convalescence.

at what price, justice?

I have tried to keep this blog a relatively politics-and-law-free zone, as a distraction from my personal and professional life. However, the President's commutation of Scooter Libby announced yesterday squarely infuses the law with politics, and I could not let this passed unnoticed. I find this one of the President's most egregious and unfair decisions he has made. I wonder if the many people sitting in prison today for lying under oath and obstructing justice who don't have the money or access that Libby has should also be given blanket commutations. What about the thousands of people who have petitioned for pardons for relief from the nation's far-too strict drug sentencing guidelines?

The flagrant disregard for the rule of law by this administration is stunning in its reach, dangerous in its cavalierness, and sad in its pervasiveness.

a return.

Hello there- and apologies for the absence. I recently returned from a trip through the iberian peninsula that still has me feeling happy, rested, and many pounds heavier. One of my best friends got married in Granada, Spain- one of the most beautiful places in the world. This is a view from my dinner table at the wedding.

details.

Referring to the Virginia shootings, a commentator on NPR said yesterday that "the narrative has already been written, it's just the details that need to be filled in."

The phrase took my breath away--momentarily-- and I've been thinking about it ever since. Initially it was the scope of the tragedy in Virginia, and the thought that a narrative encapsulating those horrors could be written. But then my mind dissected the phrase (as it tends to do), and I thought about it more broadly. Have all narratives been written? Has mine? Perhaps we simply go forth daily in a search or a stumble for details. I'm not sure I believe that, but it made me think. Who writes a real-life narrative-the character or the storyteller? Or, perhaps neither?