Revelry Reverie

Has a book changed your life? Don’t ask me who’s influenced me. A lion is made up of all the lambs he’s digested, and I’ve been reading all my life. Giorgos Seferis Quite seriously, when I re-read books I read years ago, I see how I’ve pulled phrased, changed my thinking, or seen new things […]

What is the most memorable gift you have received? This is a loaded question! I’m going to answer in generalities. One of my love languages is gifts, but really only if they’re thoughtful. I can buy myself stuff, but to have someone put a bit of thought into something they think I’ll enjoy – however […]

How far back in your family tree can you go? Oh my dad has spent literal years on this. Here’s a text from dad from 2020 (reproduced without permission): Henry, Eleanor, and Grant are 28th cousins to Prince William & Prince Harry’s kids. Common ancestors are Henry II Plantagenet and Eleanor of Aquitaine. My dad […]

Write a short story or poem about rain. I’m not much of a creative writer, so here’s a poem about rain by Philip Everwine. Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I put down my book and stood at the open door, the first raindrops gusting in the […]

Why do you write? Writing is probably my primary form of communication now. I write more than I talk. At work, we communicate thoroughly, and a lot of that is written – either on internal P2s (blogs), or Slack, or Google docs, sheets, etc. At work, I write to communicate and to be transparent. We […]

What brings you joy in life?

What is a treasure that’s been lost? I worry about skilled trades going away. Maybe some have been lost already (probably, right?) but there are a lot of culturally important skills that really only can be learned and understood by doing them, and if there’s no one left who knows how to do them, they […]

What is the earliest memory you have? Walking on a wet day down the pavement near our house in Hale, running my hand along the brick wall, and stopping touching the wall when the holly bushes appear, because they’re prickly. I can remember going to school, and sitting on the floor of a classroom cross-legged. […]

How are you brave? I don’t like this prompt – it’s begging the question. I have no idea if this is a true story, but I don’t think that matters. I think what does matter is the idea of being a kind person. Being kind when it’s free and easy for you to do, and […]