There was a grandmother who looked like what the Monty Python troupe called a "pepper pot." Thick, wearing patterned clothing, some kind of kerchief tied over her hair. Most likely in her 60s, but she looked older; an old biddy. Some of those years had been war years, and war years count extra. People of … Continue reading Why I Don’t Read Memoirs
There was a day in 1995 that, in the course of making a pie, I realized that what I really needed was something for dinner. So I pivoted. In the refrigerator were eggs, milk, spinach, ham, cheese, and nothing else. The next few steps seemed pretty obvious and within a few minutes my creation was … Continue reading On the Invention of Quiche—Now I’ll Never See “Horace and Pete” by Louis C.K.
I'm too happy to concentrate on writing the blog post that will eventually appear here, but I wanted plant a flag in this place and time. Happiness in the fourteenth year of marriage, eleventh of parenthood, and at middle age is very different and much more oaken than a teenage romance flick, and much better.
Here's my question. Is it important to receive credit for an idea if it manages to make it out into the real world? Should you care if no one knows it was your idea? On one hand, there's a certain power in not caring about credit. On the other, not taking credit means that you're … Continue reading On Receiving Credit
