up and moved…
in which you learn where to find the ol’ chair . . . cuz it’s moved but very much still to be found…
i’m gonna miss this place. gonna miss the friday mornings over here where for the last 1,282 posts, and all the conversations thereof, this has been where my words were at home. but houses get sold, we pack up our things, and settle down somewhere new.
the chair, as of this week, is somewhere new: it’s over at substack, and after a week’s worth of behind the scenes futzing, and getting to know every AI helper at wordpress, GoDaddy, and substack, i can finally finally say that the ol’ address is the same. there’s a 21st-century conundrum or koan: how can you move down the block and still hold onto your same old, same old address? it’s the digital age, baby, and we can do strange things.
if for some reason that clickable link above decides to misbehave, you can always find the chair the old-fashioned way: type pullupachair.org/
if you subscribed to this ol’ chair, mostly meaning it landed in your mailbox without you doing a thing, you might have gotten a little note earlier in the week, letting you know of the move. but if you’re one of the very fine folk who have long found the chair simply by clicking around, well, then you’ll need to know where to find us. and that’s over at substack, under plain old, ever-as-it-has-been, pull up a chair.
i’ll be holding the spot over here, mostly cuz i’m not so good at letting go. but even more so in this case, because it seems all the lovely and glorious conversations and comments that have unfolded from so many chairs, didn’t get packed. so they’re staying here. but all the posts, going all the way back to december the twelfth, 2006, those are all settled in cozily at their new address.
and, for those of you who found the commenting gremlins to be rather a bother, substack promises much smoother sailing in that department.
so, here’s the deal: it’s 5:35 on a friday morning, halfway through the year, and the nation is about to erupt in chrysanthemum lights in the sky (aka fireworks), so it’s a fine day to click publish just one more time under this banner, and head on over to the new digs, where i promise you i am still finding my way.
oh, and in case you aren’t one to poke around substack, and in case you didn’t get a note from the chair earlier this week, i do have a bit of news, part of which propelled the move in the first place. that little book you might know i’ve been working on, Broken Open: How Our Most Fragile Seasons Invite Us to Extravagant Love, it’s a book with a cover now. and here it is:
my lovely publisher, Brazos Press, would definitely be happy if i remember to tell you that if you’re inclined you can pre-order it now: you can find it at either one of these two spots (or anywhere else where you like to buy books):
Baker Book House: https://bakerbookhouse.com/products/9781587437113_broken-open
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Broken-Open-Fragile-Seasons-Extravagant/dp/1587437112
please, please come find this old chair over at substack, which i’m already finding to be quite a lovely landscape, populated by some mighty fine folk. and know that i leave this place as i’ve lived any place i’ve ever lived: with a deep prayer of thanks, and a soft touch of a kiss to the doorpost on my way out. . . .
love, always, bam