Saturday, May 26, 2007
the bermuda files
palm trees over John Smith’s Bay: the beach we visited on our first night there
The dust—or should I say the sand—has settled from our latest trip: a week’s vacation in Bermuda, which is where my Dad lives and works. Last Tuesday, Mom, Dad, Adrienne, Jon, and I flew to the island, where we had a fabulous time, exploring the island by day and playing canasta in his apartment by night.
I’ve been to Bermuda twice already, and so my goals for this trip were fairly simple:
1. Eat at pubs. (It surprises me, but I miss eating British comfort food!)
2. Enjoy the variety of accents on the island.
3. See something that I haven’t seen in Bermuda before.
4. WRITE. A lot.
Monday, May 14, 2007
if i could go back . . . (part one of two)
The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.
—Edward John Phelps
I learn by going where I have to go.
May 20, 2006, with Kristen and Adrienne, my two fabulous sisters
Next Sunday is my one-year anniversary of graduating from Calvin! (I’ll spare you my shock over how quickly this year has gone.) They say that college is one of the best times in your life, and I’d agree. It pulled me to all extremes—I have never been so challenged, nor have I had such a wonderful time as I did at Calvin.
But time clarifies all things. As the months scuttle by, I’ve thought of things I wished I had done at Calvin. A few surprise me: I didn’t realize how much I’d miss them. Here are the things that top my list:
Thursday, May 10, 2007
the curse and joy of travel
The writer’s paradox: You can’t write without living fully, and you can’t live fully and still find time to write.—Monica Wood, The Pocket Muse
I am writing this at a park, not far from our house—listening to the sound of traffic behind me and watching a string of mid-morning walkers circle the ball fields. My Bavarian Chocolate coffee (which needs sugar!) is in a travel mug by my side.
Writing while away from my desk makes me think of trips and travel. We just spent a long weekend in Nebraska (soaking up some time with my younger sister!), and we leave soon for a week in Bermuda. In fact, we’ve hardly stayed still all spring, going and coming, and it takes a toll on that quiet, fragile, dreaming work of writing.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
we’re getting warmer
It’s the beginning of May, but it feels like summer: sunshiny, warm, and the beach beckons.
Summer? Wait a minute. Summer was last year, summer came right after I graduated . . . is it possible that it came a year ago??
Oh dear. Does this mean that my great, glorious, First Year as a Writer is nearly done?