Hello Silence, My Old Friend
Today I woke to an empty house. My daughter was at a sleepover and my son was at his grandparents’. My husband had left early for work....
365 TO 50
One year. Five decades. So much to process.
Today I woke to an empty house. My daughter was at a sleepover and my son was at his grandparents’. My husband had left early for work....
“Mom, I really don’t feel good,” my daughter said. She was on the phone and 3,000 miles away from home. The symptoms: nausea and...
My husband and I were sitting on opposite sides of the couch when notifications started coming into my phone. Calendar invite: Drinks...
I find myself in a very unfamiliar predicament: It is 6 pm on a weeknight and I am the only one home. My husband is out to dinner with a...
While scrolling through Facebook, I saw a photo of a friend who now lives down south. Except she wasn’t down south--the photo was taken...
Motherhood, when it descends upon you – for it doesn’t ease its way in, it just lands – created in me a sense of omnipotence. In the...
I am learning to let go. Today you turn 18, and every day I am reminded that you are more adult than child, more capable than helpless,...
Ten years ago, I was straining at the inevitability of turning 40 and what felt like moving from being a young-ish adult into a...
It’s different this year. Through the years, I’ve spent several holidays away from family. As a young newspaper reporter, I lacked the...
Recently, my son went bike riding with a friend. He was masked; he was outdoors, it was just the two of them—months into this pandemic,...
In Uganda, while mothers tend to their crops in the hope of growing enough food to feed their families, National Geographic reports that...
I just sneezed. I tried as hard as I could to stifle it, but it was a sneeze, and rarely have I been so self-conscious. I am on the ferry...
When the COVID-19 pandemic hit New York City, life changed in the span of a weekend. On Friday, I met some coworkers for a drink, and the...
When things calm down I’ll… Organize all my closets. Update my resume. Learn to play “Peaceful Easy Feeling” on the guitar, and then make...
Outrage is for now. Political mobilization comes next.
I’ll be honest – I haven’t quite yet figured out what the point of this blog will be. I know – this is basically the worst way to start...