Hey, man. Happy End of Summer! I know—I’m a mom, so you’re wondering out loud what on earth I did with all that time, months of it, without anyone’s homework to do. My kids even went to sleep-away camp, so I was all alone for a spell. You, with your consulting job and your no... Continue Reading →
When one pocket-sized thing in our emotional ecosystem starts to change, everything else must grow with it, too.
It’s been two weeks since my daughter first complained to me of stomach pain. In the bustle of our family life, I wanted so badly to believe that she simply had the flu, or a stomach bug, like everyone else around us. I had never seen my daughter that ill, and yet it took nearly... Continue Reading →
I had big plans to spend my residency writing and reading books, but I wrote so much of my own work and sororitized so much with other writers (for they were mostly women), coloring in the lines of time so completely that I didn't even finish one damn book. NOT ONE. I did, however, pick... Continue Reading →
I’ve been away at a writers’ colony for one week, with one more week left to go. It seems ridiculous to state this next fact out loud: I haven’t been alone in this way, without attachment to anything that is ordinarily in my daily life, for nearly twenty years. How sad, I thought at first... Continue Reading →