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On Wabi-Sabi Weekends, I post excerpts from my book, Simply Imperfect: Revisiting the Wabi-Sabi House.
“After all, what is your hosts’ purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they’d have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi.”—P.J. O’Rourke
I wanted to give my kids the elaborate Christmas Eve memories that my mom had given my siblings and me. When I was growing up, we … Continue reading
“I want to do Christmasy stuff,” my friend Jenny texted me. “Keep me in the loop!”
“Ha ha, I don’t!” I texted back. “Maybe you will inspire me.”
I didn’t haul out the bins full of Christmas things last year because my kids spent the holiday at their dad’s house, where there’s plenty of Christmas going on. My kids weren’t happy with our undecked house, and I had no good answer when they asked what had happened to my Christmas … Continue reading
In my dark winter
Lying ill, at last I ask
How fares my neighbor
My Facebook friends’ well-intentioned reminders to be thankful last week annoyed the hell out of me. They have so much to be thankful for, and I’ve been stuck on the empty side of the half-glass. During this holiday of abundance—my first Christmas as a parent without a paycheck—I’ve been counting reasons to feel sorry for … Continue reading
I’m in a 10-month-long yoga teacher training. We’re studying anatomy, Sanskrit and sutras, and brain chemistry. The training is helping me align my physical postures and mental perspective, but right now I’m learning the most about myself from cleaning the new yoga studio in my neighborhood.
I cleaned the yoga studio this week during the afternoon, when people were around, instead of at night, all alone, like I usually do. It was rough for me.
I had to get over myself again and again because my head wouldn’t shut up about how far I’ve fallen because I’m the cleaning help. I wanted everyone to know that this manual labor is a temporary thing for me and that for decades I paid other people to clean … Continue reading
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” — How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Christmas is coming, and I don’t want to.
I was once the Christmas Queen, so eager to pull out the bins full of decorations and ornaments as soon as the last Thanksgiving dish was wiped clean. I decorated every room, baked several kinds of cookies and other goodies, … Continue reading
Writing blogs is a nightmare for a perfection junkie. Write it and publish it, without dissecting every. last. word? Let fly with typos and half-formed thoughts? It has always seemed like a terrible idea to me.
So when I spotted this cartoon on a card in an Austin, Texas, boutique a couple weeks ago, it made me laugh and destroyed all the momentum I’d built toward this post. The dogs set me back a couple of weeks…not that it … Continue reading