Eleven years ago, my best friend experienced the loss of her twins at twenty-six weeks. A decade later, I still think about it. I still write about it. It changed the course of her life, and mine. Try as I did back then, I could not understand her pain, until one day, years later, I could. I wrote a story of this experience and I am honored that it was published earlier this month on The HerStories Project. I am sharing it here with a link to the full piece below.Read More
I’m halfway through a book of her most treasured columns, collected after her death in 1996, and already I’ve laughed (a lot) and cried (a lot) and thought to myself, OMYGOD this woman GETS me. I want to swallow every word she’s written, IMMEDIATELY. But of course, I don’t have time, I have three kids and piles of laundry and lunches to pack. Erma would understand.Read More
I’ve been on a Frank Sinatra kick of late. Perhaps because I am having so much fun crooning to my daughter when the house is empty and no one else can hear me. (Sorry neighbors). It’s during a particularly rousing rendition of “The Way You Look Tonight” that I have a revelation.Read More
I look in the mirror this morning and see my grandmother. Or at the very least, I see her jowls. Just below my own cheeks. Though if I smile you hardly notice.
Immediately I want to call her and ask her - before it’s too late - when she remembers getting old. I mean, one day, she must have looked in the mirror and said to herself, I am an old woman.
I am at once anxious and excited to return to this blog. I fear my hiatus has morphed into a cessation and I've forgotten how to write. Which of course is absurd. I start with one word. Then another. Until I've formed a coherent thought.
It isn't really that I fear the words won't come. I have words. (And see, I've already made a paragraph). It's that I fear ...Read More