Maybe it's my imagination, but I've begun to notice this weird phenomenon in my editing work. If I start working on an interesting story, or I get into researching a new topic, I'll often have some sort of direct personal experience with the subject matter. Some of these serendipitous encounters are quite pleasant. Others, not so much.
For the past few months, my neighborhood has been slowly filling with signs. Lawn signs, mostly – signs about war and peace, signs rallying support for different points of view. One morning last week, I went out for my morning run and noticed that all the signs belonging to one camp had disappeared. Overnight, I presume, one side took down the other side's signs – an effort that would have required both trespassing and stealing.
In the game of Scrabble, there’s a very handy rule that allows you to exchange some (or even all) of your letter tiles for brand new ones. In my experience, this rule is chronically underemployed. People often forget about it altogether – until they find themselves looking at the board and their available letters, and discovering that about all they can spell is plfhxt.
When I was a kid, my mom referred to me affectionately as her "worry wart." This was because, from a very early age, I fretted and worried myself silly over just about everything, from whether my toddler tights were on straight, to whether or not other kids would like me, to whether I would grow up to be the sort of adult I imagined I was supposed to be.
It starts when some nice clerk ma'ams you at the supermarket. Then you notice waitresses aren't asking to see your ID quite so often. Next thing you know, you're saying things like, "When I was younger," and it no longer sounds even a little bit silly.
A magazine is always delighted to hear from its readers - even with constructive criticism and gripes. But of course, we especially love hearing when we are doing something right, and when we asked you to tell us what you thought of the past few issues, many of you were kind enough to write and tell us just that.
Watching the news on DEC. 13, I caught the panic piece about American obesity. At last, it’s an official crisis - announced by the Surgeon General and broadcast from the same sort of press room that usually issues sober reports about war, terrorism and global warming.
Well, this is my second issue editing Experience Life , and I’ve decided that working on a health-focused magazine is pretty great. You get to meet all sorts of interesting, healthy people and read all sorts of interesting, healthy books. And you learn an amazing amount about health and fitness. Of course, sometimes it’s more than you wanted to know.