Love and relationships, death and dying, and what to do when you're 39 and single and really want to have a baby.
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Negative. Commence round #5. Ding ding ding!
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
