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
On this eve of “the next four years,” I’m trying to figure out how to move forward. I think a lot of us are. Every day I read something that reminds me we have SO many steps to make to cover the ground that seems to be slipping from under us with each day that passes.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed. And sometimes, that overwhelm paralyzes me. Because the steps we need to take are so important. But now is not the time for paralysis. It can't be.
So I decided I'm going to have to start where I am, even if that means starting small.
I'm excited to share a new project I've been working on with you.Read More
I wonder if I should send him to bed hungry so he knows what an empty stomach feels like. I wonder if I should return the brown paper packages tied up with string (and blue Amazon Prime tape) piling high on my dining room table. Would an empty stocking on Christmas morning teach him the lesson I am so desperate for him to learn in this moment?Read More