This is for my daughter, Devon, and for me. Because I know that one day she’ll want the recipe for my carmel/chocolate/shortbread cookies, and maybe she’ll also remember all those cool studies her geeky mom kept going on about. I’m a political science PhD dropout and an ex-lawyer and a little nerdy. I like to read about the research that smart people are doing. And I’m a little jealous I’m not doing it myself.
Why “warm bricks”? One afternoon after cleaning the house all morning I laid down on the warm bricks of our front stoop. I felt like a kid again, soaking up the heat radiating up through me, looking up at the sky, and squinting and not worrying at all about what to do next.
I can be way too serious. Devon keeps telling me to just let go sometimes.
She tells me she loves it when I laugh. This blog is to let her know that I hear her. I’m going to try to take her advice. Every now and then I’m going to lay down on warm bricks. And laugh more too!
I love you Miss Devon.