Playing tennis (or something like it)
Oh, hi friends!
I was hitting a tennis ball against a wall yesterday.
I wasn’t great. My grip was bad, balls were bouncing off the roof, my toe even started revolting by poking through the top of my Allbirds. And why was I wearing jeans?
Yet I kept hitting the ball. Again. Again.
Time passed. I got a little better. Maybe not great, but better.
And there it was.
A simple reminder.
Getting better is often related to how long you can stand in the sun and just keep hitting.
“He was a grateful man, thankful for every person he met, every story someone told him, every article he was able to edit to perfection and for journalism as it was and to what it is evolving.”
I was so sad to hear last night about the sudden death of legendary journalist Chris Dickey. I worked with Chris at Newsweek and The Daily Beast, and there was no one nicer, more exacting, or more snappily dressed. He took everyone seriously — yes, even 24-year-old editors who were allegedly supposed to edit him — and I’m not surprised to see so many people on Twitter talking about getting wise advice from Chris.
He was a pro — and made you want to be a pro, too.
This is a wonderful tribute written by Barbie Latza Nadeau, please read to experience a life well-lived.
Btw, Chris had a wonderful eye for photography. I'm inspired to go through his Instagram and see Paris through his lens again.
Another simple reminder: If you admire someone or their work, tell them so. Nothing bad ever came from that.
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Thanks, as always, for reading.
Love, Kara