This is my idea of party heaven, a late afternoon–evening of the world as I’d like it to be: surrounded by people special to me, musicians strolling playfully, and an endless supply of chicken enchiladas. After 15 yearly events, I'm a specialist in soirées.
"My father: sturdy, disliking fuss, dutiful, determined, and more than a bit obsessive. He believed that money was the root of all evil, and that stealing a penny was no more pardonable than stealing a million dollars. Even the Catholic Church’s teachings were more lenient, dividing sins, as they did, into venial and mortal!"
"She Matters" does reawaken a wish to have more open and deeper relationships with my women friends, to talk about what matters, to admit to our less than virtuous motives and deeds, to tell our deepest worries (at my age, that's disability).
Mother did outrageous things—cut the telephone cord when she thought Father had gotten too many calls (you have to be old to understand that this was just not done). She covered our dog Hansy with Chanel No. 5 after he got into the dead fish by the lake water. She drove across state lines to get fireworks in Ohio, setting them off like a maniac in northern Michigan . . .
Seattle and I met somewhere in the middle, the city more knowing/world weary and I less so. Rain City took me a long time to love. Still, I look forward to walking the sidewalks of New York again, but Seattle is my home.
I coach because I love the excitement of working with kids in groups. My aim is to have a team in the Finals each year, and I work them as hard as any other sports coach would. This is the Sport of Reading, and I am evangelical about it.