Where We Write From
This is where my current bout of non-writing happens. This is the room that my husband and I decided to turn into an office five years ago. The shades are drawn because we're in close proximity to the neighbors who live behind us. We hear and see everything, which means they can hear and see us.
What you can’t see is a sliding glass door leading to the backyard. The kids are old enough to play while I watch them from my desk. Also not seen is a kids’ desk full of drawings of superheroes and bad guys.
My desk is relatively clean tonight.
The framed football picture about the shelves is my husband’s. Football is the one sport I really can’t watch. Dull. Dull. Dull. Wait, I can’t watch hockey, either.
Everywoman. Home keepers for the Earth. Must keep premises safe for all. Have concern for children’s needs and development, ability to manage resources, resolve conflicts, work collaboratively, ask questions. Listen, and learn from the experience of others, be empathic and act with compassion for the benefit of all, including generations to come.
I also have one next to my desk at work.
1. My iPod and speakers, currently playing “Stitched Up” by Herbie Hancock and John Mayer
2. A sticker that reads, “Kundiman is for lovers”
3. A tile with the Cave Canem barking dog. A friend gave it to me from her travels in Italy.
4. A Starbucks cup with a quote on the back. It reads:
The Way I See It #17
The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any jobs; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no"--they may not be smart enough to say "yes."