Archive for 2009
I heard it twice today: “Well, you know Ms. X. She has to work …” I know what that means: The woman in question has enough money (or her husband does) that she has the option of not finding a paying-job-outside-the-home.
phrase, tossed off so easily in some conversations, has always chapped me. Saying someone HAS to work makes it sound like having a job is something to be pitied,
especially if you’re a woman. Or, worse yet, that your work isn’t really important … if you don’t have to do it, how vital could it be?
I realize more and more that it’s the choice of working — being able to have a fulfilling job that helps build a career — that might just be the single biggest step women have taken in the last generation or so. And for many women, it’s the thing that keeps them sane, no matter how terrific their marriage is, how wonderful their kids are, and how much they love playing tennis. Read the rest of this entry »
I can finally say it: I feel guilty that I am no longer a journalist.
It all started last week, when my subscription to The CA suddenly stopped. Turns out they hadn’t sent me a bill, but the point is that it took me THREE DAYS to call and re-up. Did I miss that dead-tree reading experience? A little, I guess, but the online version was almost as good.
Then I got a Kindle. You know, one of those handheld reading devices that Amazon sells. (Actually, I am borrowing the St. Mary’s “review copy” of a Kindle, but it lives in my house, so I guess it’s mine.) And you know what? I really like it. The device sort of disappears as you use it — you just read
your story, you forget you’re not actually holding a book — and it’s easy to figure
out. I am reading the daily New York Times on the Kindle, too.
So you can see why I’m worried that I’m about to get struck by lightning. All those years making a living in print journalism. All those great stories I never got to tell. Never mind that the industry is imploding and fewer reporters are doing more work in less depth. And forget, for a moment, that I really am enjoying my new life as a private school fundraiser/communicator.
I still miss journalism.
It was the cover story of last Sunday’s New York Times magazine, and several of my more plugged-in girlfriends have mentioned it to me since: A terrific interview by Emily Bazelon with Ruth Bader Ginsburg, now the only woman on the United States Supreme Court, about the upcoming confirmation hearing of Sonia Sotomayor. Depending on who was talking, we all see ourselves in her: My friend W. loved how Ginsburg pointed out that when she talked at a judicial conference, no one heard her, but when the guys at the table said the same thing, it was a brilliant idea. What I loved was hearing her certainty about the big issues of our time:
Abortion (she points out that “women of means” will always get to choose now,
so it’s an issue about poor women), racial discrimination, and civility.
Long live Ruth!
So this summer I am one of the lucky ones — I think there are about 40 of us — who own a share of Downing Hollow Farm, an organic farm run by Alex and Lori Greene in the bucolic-sounding Olive Hill, Tenn., in the hills between Memphis and Nashville. For about $400, each Wednesday I swing by the Memphis Botanic Garden and pick up a sack of produce. It is the highlight of my week — we’ve had strawberries, fresh herbs from thyme to cilantro, baby beets, sugar peas, and all sorts of greens and lettuces. The problem? Well, once I get it all home, I have to figure out what to do with it. Read the rest of this entry »
… which is how I have decided the jump from The Commercial Appeal to St. Mary’s, three months in, should really be described. It’s definitely not a bad thing, not at all. I was thrilled to be going to St. Mary’s, and I am really enjoying my new work there.
But I completely underestimated the enormous change I was bringing on myself. Read the rest of this entry »