Considering Life's Pleasures

Surely, Sunday morning breakfast. Three hours at least, no phone ringing. with my husband and son and The New York Times. A postcard from a friend. A Christmas card with a snapshot of the kids --twelve, nine, and six. A Christmas letter with news of travels, loves, and even disappointments. An e-mail from a wise and beloved friend "I don't like the sense of 'getting through' one's life as if it were laundry, so let's make a resolution that we'll simply opt for pleasure whenever possible." A long phone call. Coffee in a shop where we can sit. Lunch together. Absolutely no thought of to do lists.

(published in the Spring issue of the Radcliffe Quarterly, 1998)

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