My last few appreciations have made it into the journal by my bed,
but not onto the interwebs. 
So, here goes…

Saturday
I'm so grateful for the outrageously talented and creative community I live in the midst of — the musicians and the makers, the photographers and the foodies, and the many, many writers. Tonight, we were at a friend's gig, tomorrow there's an art opening. Real people, good friends, living their dreams — lucky for the rest of us. I'm grateful.

Sunday
I'm not going to go on and on here because I don't want to ruffle the feathers of any of you fine folk who love other football teams, but I am grateful for the Packers. They are down-home, true-blue (or green, as the case may be), and dynamite. Plus, um, Aaron Rodgers?

Monday
I'm grateful for the schools I send my daughters to — the schools that make me feel not just safe, but inspired and wowed. Schools that make them smile. That feed their curious minds and respect their open hearts. My memories of 5th and 7th grades are pretty mixed, but my girls are both in places where navigating adolescence seems natural (which, of course, it is) and exciting, and where days feel full of possibility. I'm really, really grateful for that…  

Tuesday
I am so thankful for my agent, and not just because she announced a sale for me today. (Though that always feels pretty sweet…) I'm thankful for her on all the days there aren't sales (which, let's face it, is most days). I'm thankful for her on the days we get turned down. The days I'm spinning out. The days I can't seem to put one word in front of the other. She is both tender and straight-up. She is encouraging and funny. She is a really great agent and a really great friend. Thanks, Erin.

Namaste and gratitude to you all, my friends…