This news about Leslie Harpold has just sent me reeling. How can this be true? I still keep hoping that maybe it isn’t. This whole morning my friends and I have been calling and typing each other, struggling to wrap our heads around it. It just doesn’t seem possible! Less than a week ago, I went to lunch with a mutual friend and the word was that she was doing so well in her new little house, that there was a garden being gardened, that she was settling in and loving her new turn as a homeowner. This internet feels like such an inadequate place to be talking about such terrible news, but to not say something here feels like all kinds of wrong, too. Because for me, Leslie is such a huge part about what’s good about the web. I’ve only met her a few times in person — drinks in NYC, a hectic BBQ, a lovely brunch — but I’ve always tuned in to whatever she had to offer online, and really she did such amazing things here (Smug, the annual advent calendar, oh so many things, and wow could she write). I’m just sick with sad that this is the last we’ll be hearing from her.
Tuesday, Dec. 12, 2006