Seattle was a whirlwind of stop and start, and I wish I'd written it all down yesterday when the train was shaking loose the smarter thoughts, the ones that are now jammed up and back from the impossibility of work, the practical, the problematic, the reality, the occasional spoonful of disgruntlement. If only the train had wi-fi. If only I'd just ( Read more... )

Now I'm in Seattle, where three college friends of varying degrees arrived in the lobby one after another, me third, so discombobulatedly giddy from the train and the travel that when D. asked how I was, I didn't even think to ask her the same question. One of the first things she said to me was such a deliciously lovely idea of hers - a writer ( Read more... )