1. Wait Wait Don't Tell Me! cinecast
So, when Erin and I figured out that we are both unabashed NPR nerds, we sent a lot of all-caps emails back and forth determining that YES, OF COURSE we would drive out to a movie theater that is not at all close to us for the live national cinecast of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me! It was marvelous, and strange, to sit in a dark theatre and see the faces that go with the radio voices we know so well. Carl Kasell, how we love thee. Bonus: We happened upon a new pizza place on its pre-opening night, and thanks to a very sweet waitress and her manager, were welcomed in (it was supposed to only be for friends and family) for a delicious (free!) meal of salad, pizza and gelato.
2. My latest article
The church where I work publishes a magazine three times a year featuring a plethora of stories on members of the congregation and their adventures in life and faith. For our summer issue, I'm writing about a family with three young boys who recently adopted a little girl from China, an adventure that included taking their sons across the world to meet their new little sister. It's been a pleasure to spend time with the family and get to know them (including once at 7:15 a.m. on a school day, bless their hearts!), and I'm excited about the piece that's taking shape. I'll plan to share it here when it's published.
I'm part of a year-long spiritual formation group of clergy and church leaders, and we had our first retreat in a lovely, spacious farmhouse with lots of windows surrounded by forest, spent in meaningful times of silence, conversation, prayer, contemplation, laughter, and delicious local food. One of these times I might just forget to leave... (NC folks, check it out!)
It was a great treat to go to the Davidson men's basketball banquet. As I wrote in March, this is a special class. Each senior gave a wonderful speech, especially Clint Mann, who summed up the Davidson community and experience better than I ever have on this blog or anywhere else.
5. Steph Curry breaks Twitter
And speaking of Davidson basketball, the kid did it again, this time in the NBA playoffs, adding to the legend with magical and mystical third quarter basketball, and then some. For those of us lucky enough to see the story begin in person, watching him - and watching the world watch him - never gets old.
6. New Orleans (and a great Auburn restaurant)
A weekend in the Big Easy included eating to-go beignets by the Mississippi (powdered sugar always makes a mess, and it's always worth it), hearing the Sesame Street theme played by a street saxophonist, lots of laughter, celebrating a 91st birthday, eating crawfish for the first time (delicious), and continually marveling at the fact that there is just no city quite like this one.
Important note: If you're ever in or near Auburn, Alabama, do not leave without a trip to Crepe Myrtle, for a delicious meal (blue cheese coleslaw!) in a farmer's market atmosphere..
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for all the pomp and circumstance, tradition and pride, personal and collective meaning that swoops in for this special occasion. Got to cheer loudly for some good friends crossing the stage, and also feel a tad old, watching the kids who were freshmen my senior year graduate.
8. Final memoir class
As I wrote in this post, I love my memoir workshop class, and our last gathering for the term was no exception. I'm grateful for the folks who take the time to share their creative work, and listen to mine.
9. One word: vacation!
For a week, I watched silvery fish launch themselves out of the bay from a beachside cottage, ate delicious food, took multiple naps a day, played with my dog, hung out with my family, and did not check Facebook or Twitter once. I also...
Ah, a bag of books with countless hours to actually read them... There's not much that's more rejuvenating in my eyes. I especially enjoyed The Forgotten Affairs of Youth by Alexander McCall Smith (Edinburgh is calling my name...) and The Memoir Project: A Thoroughly Non-Standardized Text for Writing and Life by Marion Roach Smith (greatly refreshed my thinking as I work on my own memoir manuscript, reminding me to hone in on detail - because often it's the small, most ordinary moments that are the most universal). Both books were breaths of fresh air with wonderful narrators. Also, in my furthered attempts to forget the Season 3 horrors of Downton Abbey, I delved into the complete scripts of Season 1, chock-full of Julian Fellowes' tidbits from history and the set.
Now tell me - what did you love in May?