Sunset break

This was a rare week between books. I turned in to the editor the revised draft of the book I’ve been collaborating on since last year and I don’t start interviews for my next project till next week. The timing is perfect and the respite felt divine. I still had to top edit stories for the magazine; they rolled into my InCopy queue at a steady clip all week as production ramps up for the the next issue. But after working on the marathon of books, editing magazine pieces goes quickly, and I’m grateful that the gig seems to be continuing despite recent changes in the publication’s leadership. 

I also attended a gathering of women to celebrate a friend. She’s not big on social media so I won’t say much about it, other than to note the venue had a fabulous terrace from which we all paused amid a loud and lively game of Pictionary to watch the sun set over downtown Manhattan. There was so much love circulating through the evening. It bonded a gathering of women most of whom had only heard of each other through our mutual friend, who then showed up to discover that through loving her, we already loved each other, too. It’s hard to explain but it felt generous and welcoming and charmed, and we all agreed that among many extraordinary gifts, our friend’s true superpower is love.