I’m in beautiful fresh-air San Francisco this week with a gajillion other women for BlogHer. I was somewhat nervous about coming to such a potentially alcohol-centric event again, but it has been completely lovely.
I’ve caught up with some of my lovely on-line writer pals and will meet some more of them this evening.
Kid-free vacations are so relaxing.. which is perhaps obvious to most thinking people but hasn’t always been so obvious to me.
I just returned from the Frida Kahlo Exhibit at the SF Museum of Modern Art and was blown away by the beautiful lengths many of us go to kill ourselves off for love. Here is a woman who suffered, transformed physically and emotionally and transformed her suffering into art. But her sorrow in many of the paintings is palpable. It jumped out and grabbed me by the throat until I had to swallow and breathe.
So glad it’s going well.
And that you can breathe.
So glad I got to see you — very nearly didn’t
We totally did not get enough time to talk. I heard you were looking for me and I put out the word that I was looking for you. The system failed us! I want to talk on the phone! Book stuff. Email me and I will send you my number or get yours. We must compare notes!
I am so excited and proud of you!
oh you got to meet mike!