Dinner and Serendipity

Last year, I read about this incredible event a gentleman named Jim Haynes has been hosting in his Paris home.  Every Sunday night for the past 30 years, 30-40 strangers reserve a spot at Jim’s table and attend a feast, it’s a first come/first serve system where a different friend prepares the feast each night. After I read about Jim, I vowed to be more like him, inviting more strangers and more adventure into my life… the year passed without much of either.  Last night however, Cole and went to a dinner party at the home of a couple we had never met before, and it was wonderful.  Weirdly, the invite had actually come as a friend request on Facebook, the couple had just moved into the city and found me through a series serendipitous social network connections, and were quite frank in their invite that they wanted to make new friends in the city.  I admire the way these two weren’t shy in culling us out into the real world. How very different they are from most of my Chicago friends (whom I still only know in the ether of the internet.)

I remember being known as the woman who walked across a crowded room to meet new people, what ever happened to her? I’m totally bringing her back this year. I hope you cull out a little more social too.

I don’t want to be remembered for these things

I’ve have had some really terrible things happen to me,

I’ve had other human beings do awful things to me,

I’ve witnessed other human beings do awful things to each other,

I’ve done awful things to myself, to others,

I’ve even survived life threatening illnesses, yup – done that too.

All of them horrifying life experiences I would wish on no one.

I don’t want to be remembered for these things,

or remembered for surviving these things,

or remembered for surviving in spite of these things.

Honestly, I just don’t want to remember these things.

What I do want to be remembered for is living fully

not in spite of,

or in survival of,

or graded on some curve in comparison to the terrors of  –  my past,

But rather, I’d like to be remembered for the right now to the bone love of being alive.

And maybe tomorrow I’ll look at this post and roll my eyes, a little too cool for my own naked little heart, but in this moment, it’s the truth.

What do you want to be remembered for?

Found on the web


This was me 10 years ago. It was emailed to me this morning – someone, I don’t know who, found it on my son’s old Angelfire website. I love this photo, look at that beautiful little boy, can you believe he’s 15 now?