On Wednesday evening I sat at my kitchen table across from my college roommate, my bestie of nearly 30 years, and showed her a part of myself I’ve never dared reveal to her before. I closed my eyes, cocked my head a little to the right, and listened to the words that arrived from somewhere behind my left ear, then …
“I ain’t gonna do you wrong”
In 1995, maybe ‘96, while I was finishing up my degree at Fordham, I waited tables at the Harley-Davidson Cafe. It was the height of the “theme restaurant” years, and though the food was godawful, it was a wildly popular place for celebrities to hold parties, to see and be seen. One of my most memorable nights there (second …
" is a river braver than this coming and coming in a surge"
I am standing in line at my local grocery store, a very small, very organic specialty market less than a mile down the road from my house. It is the kind of place where every single ingredient in every single product has been vetted for purity by vegans, virgins and monks, and as such, nothing comes cheap. I am in …
"I get by with a little help from my friends"
It’s been a while. My apologies. A round of spring colds, a death in our nanny’s family, and a new bi-weekly writing workshop have kept me too busy for words–blogging words anyway. The book, on the other hand, is moving along quite nicely thanks to the added pressure of a deadline. For those of you wondering where I am in …
"You can't always get what you want"
Negative. Commence round #5. Ding ding ding!
"Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name"
Back in spring of 2014, during those months when I was trying to conceive Jonah, I had a moment in the fertility clinic that I’ve never forgotten. I was sitting in a very crowded waiting area all by myself, anticipating an ultrasound to count the eggs in “my basket.” It was to be my fourth cycle of IUI (intrauterine insemination)–the …
"The art of losing isn't hard to master"
Friday morning. Early. 4:10am. “Mama!” I jolt awake, knocking into my iPad on the nightstand, which immediately bursts into a blue screen of blinding light. A message box appears: “Update Complete,” it says with a patently Apple bleep. I squint and look away. “Mama!” Jonah calls out again from downstairs. He’s had a rotten cold for days, with a cough that’s …
"Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work."
I am either about to be very brave, or very foolish. I’m not sure which, but if it’s a little bit of both, I’ll bet the Italians have a wonderful word for it–for brave fool. A word with just as many “R’s” and vowels, but one that rolls off the tongue with a little more grace and elegance than the …
"(S)he used to say ho, ho, ho. Now (s)he's only saying ho, ho–uh oh!"
Santa had every intention of staying on top of the Christmas game this year, especially since little Jonah would be old enough to appreciate a bit more of the joy and toys than his first go round. Last year was all about tearing paper into tiny little shreds and sucking on other people’s ribbons. But this holiday season, at nearly …
"Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then."
It’s been a while. I know. I had a jolly old piece about “killer trees” prepared to post on the evening of November 7th, but I wanted to give it one more read-through before I sent it out into the world. And then the election happened. Suddenly, I didn’t give a shit about my trees anymore. And I’ve been struggling to show …
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