I read. A lot. I consume tweets and blogs, magazines and newspapers. From lines of poetry to piles of books, I read out of professional necessity and for pure joy. So it really says something that the most extraordinary work I read in 2011 was the duet of submissions written by New York Times columnist David Brooks. He called them “The Life Reports,” short essays in which readers over 70 evaluated their lives. His roundup revealed themes among his happiest respondents: resilience, a commitment to family, a predilection for risk, and a realization that life gets better decade by decade. “By their 60s, many contributors had found their zone,” he wrote.
I clipped and carried the columns in my bag, e-mailed them to loved ones, and asked a dear friend what she’d have written. Her response was bittersweet. “I realize this is why I don’t live a reflective life,” she wrote back after abandoning the project.
Coincidentally, Reader’s Digest had embarked on a similar effort, asking people to write their life story in 150 words or fewer. The winning (and revealing) essays start on page 106. What struck me about both sets of essays? Whether it’s a child, spouse, parent, or pet, nearly everyone wrote about someone he or she loved.
The pieces are plainspoken, truth-telling testimonials from regular people, folks whom my executive editor Barbara is moved to call the “extraordinary ordinary.”
Folks, that is, like you.
THIS MONTH, I HOPE YOU…
“Texts Gone Bad,” page 56
“Are You Normal or Nuts?” page 126
“A Grand-mother’s Tale,”
Some people like to travel by train because it combines the slowness of a car with the cramped public exposure of an airplane.
I think my pilot was a little inexperienced. We were sitting on the runway, and he said, “OK, folks, we’re gonna be taking off in a just few—whoa! Here we go.”
“I can’t wait until your vacation is over.” —Everyone following you on Instagram
A man knocked on my door and asked for a donation toward the local swimming pool. So I gave him a glass of water.
Comedian Greg Davies
Just found the worst page in the entire dictionary. What I saw was disgraceful, disgusting, dishonest, and disingenuous.
Client: We need you to log in to the YouTube and make all our company videos viral.
My cat just walked up to the paper shredder and said, “Teach me everything you know.”
“Just because you can’t dance doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance.” —Alcohol
@yoyoha (Josh Hara)
My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.
Q: What do you call an Amish guy with his hand in a horse’s mouth?
A: A mechanic.