Well, I mean my essay just posted in the New York Times Magazine Lives column. It’s on a black bear encounter during a run last summer, and I’m so, so pleased with how Lives editor John Glassie edited it down to near perfection. Check it out here.
When Glassie emailed me a few weeks ago requesting a column with an Alaskan flavor, I almost deleted the message without reading it. I was visiting my sister in Philly and about to head out for a run, and maybe I was feeling thorny that day but when I read the subject line: New York Times Lives column, I thought, “Oh, great, another writer who wants to rub his success in my face.”
I assumed that John Glassie was a distant social media “friend” who had published a Lives column and sent out a gloating email to everyone in his network. His name sounded familiar (it should have, since I had written for him years before), but I couldn’t quite place who he was.
Thank god I didn’t delete the email since John Glassie obviously wasn’t a writer gloating success in my face but an editor requesting work from me. (To which I replied a hearty yes, yes, and yes.)
I think the lesson here is to not assume or randomly delete, and to, you know, be a little more gracious of other people’s success because being happy for someone else is an act of grace. I need to remember that.
But it’s Thanksgiving and even to those who don’t celebrate the whole turkey and pilgrims and Mayflower story (because, face it, the pilgrims barged in and took land that never belonged to them in the first place), it’s still nice to offer thanks for all of our blessings.
Here are a few of mine: