Friday, November 14, 2008

the end of a birthday

Well, my birthday is coming to a close. No major fanfare, diamond earrings or fancy dinners. Just a good day. At my great job with fabulous colleagues, with my boys eating spaghetti and watching Monster's inc. That's a good birthday.

Today was a good day because I figured out what I want to do with my life. No really, I know exactly what it is. It happened during a phone call. The light bulb came on. This is what I want to do with my life. Pretty cool huh? It only took me 44 years to figure it out. But maybe that is what is actually good about getting older. All the pieces start falling into place and if you are lucky, you know what you want to do. Well, at least one of the things that you want to do.

But I can't tell you. If I tell my birthday wish, it won't come true right? Or maybe that doesn't apply to birthday revelations. In any case, when it does happen, you'll know! My boys have collapsed into sleep (including Rupe) so I have a few quiet moments to reflect on today. Good Night!

1 comment:

editor said...

you are fabulous in all ways. you are my inspiration!
immt!

About Me

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1,971 miles from Nashville where my identical twin lives.
I was raised on a Mennonite Farm in Illinois. From the cornfields I made my way to inner city Philadelphia to live and work with kids who were the poorest of the poor but the brightest kids in the world. Later I took food and clothing to the homeless and prostitutes on the streets of NYC who opened my eyes to real poverty of spirit. Later I created fundraisers for AIDS patients, taught 2nd language learners about poetry, film and beauty and finally came to higher education to meet some of the most innovative, courageous and funky grads you could ever meet--at a place called Pitzer College. I live for moments of beauty and flashes of enlightenment. Sometimes life is just burnt out ends of smokey days (T.S. Eliot)or an ordinary cup of coffee. And sometimes it's that delicious misty morning overlooking Lake Atitlan in Guatemala in 1984 that I can never get out of my head. Ever. Either way, this story is going some where. Come along, if you like.

things i love

  • aged manchego
  • bammy
  • bangles
  • being a twin
  • ben and jerry's
  • blinis with caviar and creme fraiche
  • bob marley
  • bonfires
  • books about women who are crazy and yet, not so crazy
  • bumble and bumble creme de coco shampoo
  • burke williams
  • cathedrals
  • cello music
  • chandeliers
  • charm bracelets
  • cheetos
  • chevre cheese
  • chocolate babka
  • chocolate ganache
  • civilized breakfast at fauchon
  • cook books
  • corazones de chocolate
  • cornfields
  • croissants stuffed with chocolate
  • crumbling bricks
  • dale brothers' home brew
  • dark chocolate
  • docks
  • doing the happy dance
  • dreads
  • eating home grown tomatoes
  • eucalyptis
  • fishing
  • Fleur de Sel
  • foreign films
  • franny and zooey
  • freedom
  • freshly brewed coffee
  • fried dumplings
  • fried fish at Hellshire Beach Kingston
  • friends who don't clean up before I come over
  • gauguin
  • giving people food
  • going barefoot
  • h2o
  • hard wood floors
  • hiding in a corn field
  • imagining the future in detail
  • ipod filled with excellent music
  • italian sheets
  • italian sheets
  • jackson and isaiah's eyes
  • Jamaica
  • jerk chicken at fisherman's cove (port antonio)
  • joan
  • joan southerland
  • kombucha
  • l'occitane body products
  • langston hughes
  • laughing out loud
  • le pain quotidien
  • lip gloss
  • little cakes from miette
  • little islands around lake george
  • magnolia trees
  • margaret atwood
  • mashed potatoes at the Royalton
  • monkeys
  • moss
  • my handy labeler
  • my jamaica pendant
  • my mother in law also named Jean A Grant
  • my sleep number bed set to 65
  • naan
  • natural hot springs
  • necklaces made out of seeds or beans
  • new york public library
  • NYC
  • obamas
  • olive oil
  • peace signs
  • peanut butter
  • pearls
  • penpals
  • percolators
  • pine cones
  • pink poenies, lots and lots of pink peonies
  • pipe organs that are so loud, they are almost scary
  • poems
  • poison dart frogs
  • portuguese bream any way you cook it
  • proper cup of coffee in a cup and saucer on a mild mornng in Guatemala City
  • race cars
  • rainstorms
  • reading at night with a flashlight
  • Really nice shoes
  • root vegetables
  • roughing it
  • rushmore
  • salt fish fritters
  • scharffenberger chocolate
  • scotch bonnet pepper sauce
  • scrabble
  • shadows
  • sleepy fishing villages
  • soccer
  • sorting and organizing almost anything
  • soursop juice
  • spanish
  • street food
  • Sun on my face
  • sunlight sparkling on a lake
  • super thick goose down comforters
  • taking the subway
  • tea with the girls
  • the ocean
  • the phrase "with love and squalor"
  • The Slanted Door
  • the smell of a wood smoke
  • the smell of pine trees
  • the smell of spring
  • things that glow in the dark
  • thrift stores
  • tiendas
  • tiny birds that chirp outside my window in the morning
  • toads
  • toes
  • toni morrison
  • trixie
  • turkeys
  • upstairs apartments
  • Veuve Cliquot
  • virginia woolf's imagery
  • waterford crystal
  • whales
  • whole fried fish at Cherry's
  • william and wayne
  • words
  • yahtzee
  • zabar's (nyc)