I spent Thursday-Saturday in NYC this past week. My “anchor event” was the American Society of Journalists and Authors conference, where I delivered the welcome keynote on Friday. I have gone to this conference most years since (I think) 2005, so it was an honor to be asked to speak. I am getting to know the Roosevelt Hotel quite well. I had not, however, been up to the roof deck bar. This photo was taken up there after a long day of conference-going, editor-meeting, and the like.
I did a few NYC pilgrimages. I went downtown to meet an editor who works in the World Trade Center area, so I visited the memorials. The pools were incredibly well done. All the names spelled out along the borders inspire being thoughtful, reflective. I also walked around the graveyard by St. Paul’s Chapel. The 200-year-old dates on those tombstones put a bit of a memento mori thought in my head: we pass the dates of our deaths every year, never knowing that we are doing so. It is an interesting thing to ponder.
I went to Central Park twice to run. Once was on Thursday afternoon, when I had to wade around the crowds. The second time was early Saturday morning. The streets were nearly empty and the park itself fairly empty too (except for a surprising number of dog walkers with their dogs not on leash — I guess that’s when people figure no one will notice!) The park is such a beautiful place, and the beautiful thing about being at a conference without kids is that I went to bed at 10:30, woke up at 6:30, ran several miles and still made it to the conference by 8:30 A.M.!
I hung out with Dorie Clark on Saturday afternoon before heading back to Philadelphia. Sunday was very kid-intensive: up with the baby early, chasing the little one at the sidelines of my daughter’s soccer game. Then my husband took the baby to our 6-year-old’s soccer game. The baby was definitely cranky after all this, and he had a right to be — he probably suspects the big kids will never be forced to go to his games.