Old School Posts

• Masking Melancholy

  My post yesterday was raw. It was sad. I teared up as I wrote it. I teared up as I read it again later. Certain readers and friends got in touch after reading my words. To see if I was okay. To tell me that they cried too. Because of the palpable emotion in my sentences or because something I sa

• Vulnerability Is a Good Thing

  My favorite posts on this blog are my vulnerable ones. The ones where I sit at this screen and admit being lost, examine my struggles, and say: I don't know. To me, these posts are the most raw, the most human, the most universal. My favorite conversations in life are my vulnerable ones. The

• Why Do Men Cheat?

  “Love is a game in which one always cheats.” Honore de Balzac Calm down. This post isn't about me. Or Husband. This post is about men. And in particular, powerful, political men. Why do they cheat on their often very beautiful wives? And why do they do so in such conspicuous, offensive w

• Like Soap Bubbles

  On Saturday morning, I checked my email. I checked my email and I saw a message from my friend. I opened the message and learned that her husband's father had died just an hour before she wrote the message. He was sick, but being treated, and his death was sudden. My friend and her husband were sk

• Humbling Hearsay

  Yes, I was multi-tasking.  Baby was cradled in my left arm, chewing on a very safe key-chain-thing.  On my right, trusty Laptop was open, feeding me that nutritious morning mix of news and Facebook updates and tweets (yes, I joined! follow me!). Husband was in the kitchen feeding Toddler her equal

• The Luxury of Being Lost

  Two weeks from today, my debut novel Life After Yes hits shelves. I tell you this because, yes, I have plunged into that filthy pool of shameless self-promotion. (Ick.) But I also tell you this because this incontrovertible fact, the close proximity of publication, is affecting me. (Translati

• Blahgging

  Warning: Honesty and whining ahead. Proceed at your own risk. Recently, I have been feeling a bit blah about blogging. There. I said it. I don't really know why. I love this place, this wilderness, this world. I love the fierce flux, the real-time exchange of emotion and idea, the swirl of si

• Too Close

  Last night, Husband and I went to the movies. We saw Whip It, an uplifting and enjoyable film set in a small town in Texas about navigating girlhood via the high-octane world of roller derby. Husband and I arrived at the theater a bit late and we were forced to sit in the second row. For two hou

• Listen to Life

  A baby is born. And she is beautiful. She is a good size. She is screaming. Pink. Perfect. 9/9 Apgar. A text is sent: She is here! Time passes. Moments. Minutes. Another text: Something's not right with her ears. Four days pass and no one knows. Can she hear now? Will she ever hear? Will sh

• Choking on Choice

  It's Friday. This fact is supposed to make me smile. This fact is supposed to add a spring to my step. This fact is supposed to whet my appetite for impending weekend goodies: lazy mornings and picnics in the park and autumn sunshine. And this particular weekend is a big one. This weekend I a