The following blog post was written by one of our longtime writers Dede Fitch as an essay in The Examined Life. We’re reposting it here in full.
I was sitting in St. Timothy’s on a weekday morning late in May, trying to remember a name that started with P. I had memorized 20 names—the names of the Sandy Hook Elementary School children who had died in December—but that morning I could only think of 19. (more…)
What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done?
Maybe, in the course of your life, you’ve had an Erin Brockovich moment: say, the time you stood up to a bully in second grade, or the day you ended a long-standing friendship that had turned toxic. Or maybe your acts of courage have been less dramatic but no less powerful: moving to a new country. Daring to fall in love a second time around. Leaving a settled career to embark on a risky new venture. Whatever your story, share it with us.
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This recent post by Seth Godin seemed written for us. Substitute the words “written work” for “project;” and “reader” for “customer.” Does this apply to you?
Perfect doesn’t mean flawless. Perfect means it does exactly what I need it to do. A vacation can be perfect even if the nuts on the plane weren’t warmed before serving.
Any project that’s held up in revisions and meetings and general fear-based polishing is the victim of a crime. It’s a crime because you’re stealing that perfect work from a customer who will benefit from it. You’re holding back the good stuff from the people who need it, afraid of what the people who don’t will say.
Stop polishing and ship instead. Polished perfect isn’t better than perfect, it’s merely shinier. And late.
Congratulations to Westport Writers’ Workshop’s very own Aline Weiller for her two published essays on HamletHub and Brain, Child Magazine. Her essay in HamletHub Toothless Wonder highlights an endearing episode from her college days with classmate Sally. Got boys? What its like to only have sons paints a colorful picture of the travails of being the only woman in the house.
Too often, family recipes become lost over time, simply because people don’t ask for them from parents, grandparents, or other family members. Like memories, these recipes, special for their taste or the memories they evoke, become lost forever. Such treasures need to be passed along from relative-to-relative, friend-to-friend and generation-to-generation.