When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had a private blog. Writing has long been my preferred means of communication, and blogging felt like a natural way to chronicle … Continue reading Telling Our Own Stories: Our Children and Internet Privacy
As I drove away from the open field where I left my progeny for day camp, I wondered what I should do with my two and half hours sans enfants. … Continue reading Breaking All the Rules
Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine … Continue reading Dreams vs Reality, or What Yeats and I Have in Common (sort of)
The reasons I will tell you: I was exercising. I was in the bathroom. I forgot to charge my phone. We had guests over. You just missed me. The reasons I … Continue reading Why I Didn’t Answer When You Called
Grab your fleece—New England mornings are still chilly in May—and begin your walk at the oldest house in the neighborhood. This split-level made its debut just months before JFK was shot, … Continue reading Your Morning Walk: A Guided Tour
I walk along the red clay path past white dogwood blooms. My son spots a black and orange millipede. We stop to watch it cross the path and see a second … Continue reading Carolina Dreaming
When my sobs subsided I steeled myself, and we closed the door on the birth tub and our home birth and entered a world of monitors and medications, threats and confusion. The … Continue reading A Birth in Fifty Words
When I was four, after my brother Josh’s death but before my sister was born, I had a dream that a giant dog was running around our San Diego house. … Continue reading Origins
One of my closest friends is in her 60’s. She and I have a lot in common in the way we think and in the way we see the world. … Continue reading On Being Where I Am
When people ask me, “What do you do?” I get all squirmy inside. I should really come up with a technically true but nevertheless evasive answer, like, “I develop and … Continue reading A Writer By Any Other Name
Miss Kowalik had curly salt-and-pepper hair that was beautiful to my eight-year-old eyes. She gave us half-sheets of blue-lined paper, that kind that shredded under the slightest pressure from a … Continue reading Scaring Myself Out Of—and Back Into—Writing
I’ve not participated in a Classics Club Spin before, but now that The History of England, Volume V is done (DONE!), I’m feeling bold and ready to take on another … Continue reading A Glutton for Punishment: Classics Spin
Imperfect Happiness 