The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

FOR THE WEEK OF JULY 19-25

WHAT I’M READING: Home by Marilynne Robinson. I feel connected to her as a writer because she was my friend’s book advisor. I feel special and in the know by association. You probably feel the same way about me as a blogger.

WHAT ELSIE’S READING: My journals, examining every page with her mouth for traces of her name. Someone is a little too curious. Who could have passed on such a vexing trait?

WHAT I’M WATCHING: Nothing. How am I supposed to stay current if I never sit down in front of the tube? This is a crisis.

WHAT I’M LISTENING TO: These conversations at my most recent audition. First there was Marlene, the actor/real estate agent who yelled, “I love negotiating for money. I LOOOOVEEEE it!” and then Monica, who after recounting her troubles finding the place, jumped out of her seat, “Is there a bathroom? Don’t want to gross you guys out by pulling out my eyelids.” I was taken aback by both statements and left to puzzle over the uniqueness of God’s creatures.

WHAT I’M WEARING: Red with purple. Red with lavender. I am setting off my husband’s more neutral apparel of white t-shirts with assorted brown pants.

WHAT I’M EATING:: Oh, oh, oh. A pulled pork quesadilla, with Elsie standing (yes, standing!) by, dripping drool. She knows when she’s next in line for a taste.

WHAT I’M ENJOYING: Dreaming about cottage life. My business partner and I are going on a writing retreat…with Simon and Elsie of course. We’re going to plan, write and eat warm carbs. My success is a family affair. Always.

WHAT I’M SNIFFING: My subtle aluminum free concoction. Laura B., you use a swipe of Citrus by Green Beaver Deodorant and then a wallop of mint/rosemary by earth science, and there, my friend, you have it. I bless you and your arm pits.