This week, I decided I was going to get my life together. Not in the dramatic, buy-a-new-planner-and-become-a-completely-different-person-by-Monday kind of way. I was being reasonable about it. Mature, even. The sort of woman who has finally[…]
I have a complicated relationship with my own good ideas. We get along beautifully in the beginning. My brain produces something brilliant, I get excited, and for a few glorious moments, I feel like the[…]
Gracie Lou has a problem. Actually, she has several, but the one currently running her life is Atopic Dermatitis. She’s been to the vet. She’s on medication. Her underbelly is healing nicely. We’re making progress.[…]
For twenty years, I had prepared her for the moment the world came for her. I just didn’t expect to be there when it happened.
There are books all over my house. Not in a charming, intellectual, Look at me, I own a chaise lounge and understand French cinema sort of way. They’re just… everywhere. Books on shelves. Books on[…]
The day a thunderstorm, an exploding transformer, and my own fear taught me the most important lesson about courage—and writing.
Nothing prepares you for realizing your worst vulnerability also has excellent bone structure.
It comes from no longer demanding certainty before you’re willing to live.
Every aisle is another funeral for a version of yourself that never made it home.
At 50, freedom hits different when your nervous system has entered witness protection
