Putting Pen to Paper

This happened a couple of weeks ago.










I finally broke down and bought a smartphone. I hemmed and hawed because I was perfectly happy without one. My family wooed me to join their family plan, which meant I had to switch carriers. And it was a good time for a new phone, because my dumbphone’s battery was fading.

Ultimately, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t want a smartphone within the next two years (as I would be signing a two-year contract).

Enter iPhone.

I was so overwhelmed by it the first week that I barely used it. I grumbled every time it dinged. It dings. so. much. I found typing almost impossible. A few times, I had to switch to email mid-text conversation because I couldn’t bear to (mis)type another word.

At the end of week 2, I finally got around to adding a couple of apps. Typing is a little easier. I still jump every time it dings, but I don’t grumble.

I asked myself why I was being such a grump, and I answered that it’s because of my analog heart. Being on a computer for 8–10 hours a day is enough for me. I don’t want to add any other digital items to my daily life.

The thought of making lists on the phone and reading on the phone and listening to music on the phone holds absolutely no appeal. I like paper. I like putting pen to paper. I like books and CDs.

So there it is. Over time, the smartphone may wend its way into my heart. For now, I’m keeping it at a safe distance and treading lightly.

Do you love your smartphone? What do you love about it?

Love Letter to the Arboretum

Every year, the grief I feel about the end of the summer becomes a little more soul crushing. My love for the sun was unrequited this summer, as I only made it to the beach twice.


However, I did make it to one of my favorite places in Boston: the Arnold Arboretum.

Arnold Arboretum









I only seem to make it there a few times per year anymore. But its landscape never fails to welcome me like an old friend who has seen me at my best and my worst.

So many memories are entwined with its trees and its meandering pathways. Over the years, I’ve skipped along the pathways with a heart full of wonder. And I’ve stumbled down the same pathways with eyes full of tears.

I’m grateful for the peace and solace that the Arboretum’s trees and fields and flowers provide.

Arnold Arboretum



Arnold Arboretum






Arnold Arboretum





Arnold Arboretum


Arnold Arboretum