Grace Burrowes

On the blog this week, I compare blank space on your calendar to societal batteries.

I am indebted to the good folks at Draft to Digital for pointing me toward an interesting essay by Lisa Sibbett (you can get the jist without finishing the part of the piece behind the sign-up wall).

On the blog this week, I am considering the possible benefits of arranged marriages, of the connubial kind and otherwise.

Once upon a time in grad school, I met a fellow from Central Asia.

On the blog this week, I’m pondering my ageist tendencies, which have been lamentably in evidence.

I’m sitting in a Zoom meeting, and the topic is the organization’s newsletter.

On the blog this week, we’re ending our day on a positive note.

At the end of a riding lesson, I will often ask my students, “What’s one thing that went well with today’s ride?”

On the blog this week, we are considering the state of my purse, which turned out to be a metaphor of sorts, also a black hole where receipts go to die.

This week has been stressful.

On the blog this week, I’m pondering the joys of travel, and the joys of homecoming.

Once upon a recently, my family held our every three-yearly get together.

On the blog this week, we’re pondering why allowing yourself time and space to hang out with your darts team is good for society (and for you).

One of my dad’s graduates students, an Irishman, noticed immediately upon arriving in the United States that Americans don’t have a third place.

I am blogging this week about work that never ends, about which, we all know too much.

I was waiting for a meeting to start when the lady next to me asked how my summer was going.