Something Good

Image by Eric

1. Poetry: Instructions Included with Telescope by Jessica Young and Psalm 131 by George David Clark and On Rereading Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus in the Age of Generative AI by Maryann Corbett and Arms by Mike White and In the Good Light by James Crews on Rattle, At the Bay of Fundy and Dear Heart and Go On by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Three Haiku by Matsuo Bashō and Fire Strike by Margaret Noodin and Starfish by Eleanor Lerman on poets.org, at the baggage claim in JFK by Lo Naylor and Hackberry by Cecily Parks on The Slowdown with Maggie Smith, Teranga by James Crews, On Trying by Julie Barton, Poem for Grown Children by Kathleen Driskell shared by Patti Digh, when your children ask me what i did while the planet was burning by kai cheng thom, and Instructions by Sheri Hostetler on Heart Poems.

2. The gorgeous, talented, wonderful Liz Kalloch died. One of the drawbacks of being gone from social media is that people you ADORE can be sick and even die, and you don’t find out about it until it’s too late to help, too late to say goodbye, too late to tell them how much you adored them. Liz included pieces of mine in three issues of Mabel Magazine, the publication she created with Stefanie Renée, and Liz also included me in her book Tools & Talismans: 100 Conversations in Watercolor. She was one of the most talented and generous humans I’d ever worked with, and I’m so sad she’s gone. I had always dreamed that when I finally published a print version of my next book, I’d ask her to design the cover. In related news, Maya Stein shared about Liz in a recent newsletter and her obituary was published this morning.

3. The Best of LIFE: 37 Years in Pictures. “Over several decades spanning the heart of the 20th century, one American magazine ― calling itself, plainly and boldly, LIFE ― published many of the most memorable photographs ever made. Driven by the certainty that the art of photojournalism could tell stories and move people in ways that traditional reporting simply could not, LIFE pursued a grand vision, articulated by the magazine’s co-founder, Henry Luce, that not only acknowledged the primacy of the picture, but enshrined it. ‘To see life,’ Luce wrote in a now-famous 1936 mission statement, delineating both his new venture’s workmanlike method and its lofty aims. ‘To see the world; to eyewitness great events . . . to see and be amazed.'”

4. you carry yourself by Pádraig Ó Tuama on Poetry Unbound. “We carry ourselves wherever we go, and we cannot escape temptation by mere flight.”

5. The Water I’m In on The Isolation Journals with Suleika Jaouad. “There’s a discomfiting vulnerability to writing about illness while you’re still inside of it, before you know what it means, before you can shape it into a story with a beginning and middle and, most vexingly, an end. But if there is one thing I have come to understand about myself while living in the in-between place, it’s that survival and my creative work are interwoven.”

6. Good stuff from Patti Digh: Scrabble by Candlelight (“Two years after Helene”) and Door to Balloon (“Not today”).

7. An Existential Guide to: Forgiving Your Parents on The Shadowed Archive. “Congratulations. You are now the thing you swore you would never become.”

8. The suitcase on my bed by Jasmine on The Tiny Joy Project. “A suitcase full of guesses.”

9. Good stuff on The Guardian: Why you should quit and not look back: ‘Saying yes to everything is saying no to what matters’ (“In her new book, The Case for Quitting: The Surprising Benefits of Opting Out, Lindsay Crouse discusses the costs and traps of never giving up – and how she set herself free”) and ‘My body is on fire!’: my perilous, painful, perfect month of pilates (“A growing number of men, including singers Shaggy and Harry Styles, are taking up pilates. When I realised I could no longer touch my toes, I decided to try it out”) and The viral Hyrox horror: is the ‘go hard or go home’ attitude to exercise finally over? (“When an athlete soiled herself at a hybrid fitness event, it sparked a debate about a culture that pushes people to ignore their body’s signals at real cost”) and ‘It’s the Bayeux tapestry of TV!’ After six decades, the seminal series bows out with 70 Up (“The ‘hugely important artefact’ that’s followed 14 children since they were seven is set to air its final instalment. The now-septuagenarians and director Asif Kapadia talk about breaking new ground for 63 years – and changing TV for ever”) and ‘I find myself weeping after almost every scene’: how seminal show 7 Up has touched your lives (“It’s inspired careers, moved you deeply and helped you reevaluate your own journeys. As the series that began in 1964 comes to an end with 70 Up, Guardian readers explain the impact of the decades-spanning tale”) and Previous winners Marlon James and Douglas Stuart shortlisted for Booker prize (“The two authors are in the running for the £50,000 award alongside a Pulitzer winner, a science fiction legend, a comic writer and a debut novelist”).

10. A Meditation to Help Build Your Capacity to Navigate Difficulty. “In this extended mindfulness practice, Rich Fernandez walks us through a process to hone our capacity to shift, to take perspective, and in some ways, to subtract ourselves from our experiences, which can help us be in wise relationship as we navigate difficulty.”

11. Good stuff from Courtney Carver on Be More With Less: 7 Lovely Little Hacks to Simplify Life and 7 Simple Rules For Decluttering Clothes.

12. One of Our Greatest Writers Has Died. But Not for Me. on The New York Times Magazine. (gift link) “Annie Dillard died this week. But her voice — wild and holy and hilarious — continues to live in my head, my soul and, somehow, my dog.”

13. Winning Images of the 2026 European Photography Awards Will Make You Look at the World Differently.

14. What If Writers of Color Are Just Often Better? by Frederick Joseph. “In his New York Times opinion column ‘The Literary World’s D.E.I. Checklist,’ (which I’m not linking to, because I’m not going to give him or the New York Times any more clicks for that bullshit) Bret argues that major literary awards increasingly reward marginalized identities and subjects rather than literary merit. He takes inventory of the backgrounds of this year’s National Book Award nominees, identifies the racial backgrounds of Pulitzer-winners, and presents a list as evidence of a corrupted standard. He does acknowledge that some of the books are excellent. He doesn’t establish which supposedly better books were passed over, or how the winners’ identities helped the award committees. As a Black author reading his column, I was especially interested in a possibility he simply didn’t consider: what if writers of color are just often better?”

15. Scrapbook in Vignettes by Maggie Smith. “Things I might have tweeted back in the day.”

16. Sharon Horgan on Youth: Menopause, Divorce and Finding the Funny in Midlife on The Conversation with Amanda de Cadenet.

17. The Basement That Holds Everything by Elizabeth Kleinfeld. “What I’ve learned about honesty from telling my father who has Alzheimer’s that his things are safe in my basement.” There’s a particular kind of sad when they stop asking altogether.

18. Wild Times, Humanity. “A comic about boring news days” by Connie Sun.

19. Enjoy Every Sandwich by Brad Montague on The Enthusiast.

20. Paralyzed by Hope: The Maria Bamford Story | Official Trailer | Netflix. “Beloved for blurring performance and personal crisis, Maria Bamford unpacks the mental health journey behind her fearless comedy in this documentary,” on Netflix starting October 23rd.

21. You beautiful beguiling things. ❤️

Gratitude

1. Morning walks. I’m probably going to have to start going later because we are entering peak fall color season and I am walking so early it’s still dark out, so we are missing it. This absolutely is my favorite season in Colorado.

2. Owl magic, owl medicine. This is what I didn’t know earlier in the week that I know now: it is against federal law to collect the feathers of owls, hawks, and eagles. Last week and the one before were full of owl sightings. There were a pair of Great Horned owls hanging out near the stretch of river where we walk and no matter where we went, which set of ponds we looped around, it seemed the owls were there. Both Eric and I on our individual walks with Ringo saw them. When Eric walked on Thursday morning this week, parked the car at the end of Wood Street where a short section of trail connects to the longer Poudre River Trail, there was a Great Horned owl standing in the grass under the trees. Ringo barked at it and it flew off but then wanted to go smell the ground where it had been, so Eric took him over. Ringo has never seen one on the ground, so I’m sure he was very excited and confused. Eric found a feather that must have just fallen from the owl’s chest as it lifted, and he picked it up to bring home to me, knowing I would have picked it up myself, would think it was super cool.

And he was right. I was so happy about it. I collect feathers and this one was particularly beautiful and precious — a soft white with a subtle ombre of light brown, gray, and even a slight blue. It was so soft that when I brushed it along the back of my hand, I could barely feet it. I knew exactly where I wanted to put it, on my meditation shrine with my dad’s ashes and the tiny brass animal collection, each one representing a loved one I’ve lost. Then I looked up the meaning of finding the feather of a Great Horned owl, knowing already that owls are considered messengers between the living and the dead. They represent heightened intuition, profound wisdom, and the ability to see through deception or darkness, as well as the uncovering of hidden truths and trusting your own voice. I also read somewhere that they are “often interpreted as an invitation from your spirit guides to embark on personal healing and deeper self-reflection,” and are a powerful tool for protection and prayer.

And as I searched, I also saw that it was illegal according to federal law to collect and keep them. Frankly, I don’t care much about federal law right now, don’t have much respect for it, not with the current state of politics, but I do care what indigenous people advise and practice. What I discovered is that most tribes say to leave it where you find it, leave it to the Earth, unless you happen to be an indigenous person from a people who uses them for decorative or ceremonial purposes. So, I kept it on my shrine overnight and the next morning when Ringo and I walked, I carried the feather in my pocket and took it back, thanked it for its magic, its medicine and message, apologized for taking it, for not knowing better, and gave it back to nature, returned it to the Earth.

3. Practice. I sadly had to skip my yoga class at the gym and cancel my one at Red Sage because I hurt my back (went too hard lifting last week, because apparently when you return to strength training over 50, your muscles are capable of more than your ligaments and joints, and I let my muscles set the pace, which turned out to be a mistake). My wildish writing practice was extra special because there were just two of us, and I hadn’t planned to bring poems, so what we wrote to was a surprise for me too as I got out a few collections and found ones I’d marked in the past to use for prompts.

4. Good food and good company. We did brunch for book club this time and it was so nice, we decided to schedule our next session for the same.

5. My tiny family, small house, little life. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Bonus joy: cooler weather but also sunshine, texting with my old neighbor, texting with Chloe’ and Chris, not needing to keep my phone with me at all times because I might get a text about my mom, sending flowers to the Tokarski Home staff who took care of mom so well and for so long (and yes, I am currently being petty and pissy about sending any sort of thank you to the house she was in for her final days because her care was not excellent — maybe I’ll get over that, maybe I won’t), good books, watching tv and moves, listening to music and podcasts, fruit — especially the Autumn Crisp green grapes (and the way I just made myself laugh because I spelled it “autumn crips” on accident), leftovers, old style grilled cheese sandwiches, the good pens, a new blank notebook, stickers, a warm shower, electric toothbrushes, getting to see a good friend I haven’t seen in too long, being able to cancel all my plans and stay home to rest, acupuncture with Lindsay, Eric continuing to feel better, a good night’s sleep, clean sheets, getting the laundry done and sometimes even put away, groceries, pay day, my dog, sitting with Eric on the couch or in the backyard or in the sauna, flowers in the house, other people’s pets and kids, the way Eric’s dad always says “tell Jill I love her” when he talks to him on the phone (*sob*), getting the girls’ birthday cards to them on time, pasta, wool slippers, down blankets and pillows, naps, reading in bed at night while Eric and Ringo sleep.