On Monday, Lisa celebrated her 30th birthday–cue the party horns and confetti! She has an amazing sense of humor and a completely infectious laugh (especially when she’s telling a knock-knock joke). She is one in a million–I feel so lucky to call her my friend.
Sometimes, someone else says it best. Like this lovely and accomplished septuagenarian Phyllis Richman.
I was totally taken with an article published in The Washington Post earlier this month. It was written by Ms. Richman, in response to a letter she received from Harvard University in 1961. I encourage you to read both (really, three) letters–a shining example of so many truths in this life.
P.S. The Washington Post article can be found here. Phyllis Richman’s photo was taken by Linda Davidson for The Washington Post.
P.P.S. I love that she kept the letter for fifty-two years!
I love my weekly trips (ok you got me, sometimes thrice weekly) to my post box. The promise that lies within little box 1219 never fails to excite me–and rarely disappoints. I especially love a letter with a story, like the one I received from Molly a couple of weeks ago. It tugged at my heart and demanded a proper reply.
I trust you all had a lovely weekend and duly celebrated the Dad (s) in your life. I had the pleasure of dining with mine last night at The Modern (if only there had been time for a quick jaunt to the museum). He’s the best there is and he’s all mine–one of the perks of being an only child!
Two weeks ago I had the distinct pleasure of attending the National Stationery Show. Talk about a kid in a candy store. There were so many talented designers present and such beautiful creations to oogle. I snapped a few iPhone photos while I weaved in and out of the aisles and aisles of paper—oh my! The worst part: you can look, but you can’t buy (until you finally have a stationery store and all your dreams are realized, ahem).
With eggs still on the brain, I prepared a little Easter basket for three of my favorite New York City kiddos. The kids range in age, but are all old enough to reach the counter and engage in some egg dying.
Is there a greater feeling than receiving recognition for a job well done? Adam had his annual review at work and knocked it out of the park. I am so proud of him! And its always nice to have a reason to pause and celebrate.