Carter’s favorite thing to do is something he calls “swinging stuff” and that my husband and I refer to as “ninja ballet.” . . . → Read More: Ninja Ballet
 I’m just…stuck. How did this happen, when I love my life? It’s a hard life sometimes, sure, but it’s good. It’s very, very good, so why am I not living, creating, and enjoying? . . . → Read More: Frozen  BlogHer 2013, one of the most eventful weekends of my life, presented in 1600 words and 10 pictures. “Just the facts, ma’am,” as the saying is. . . . → Read More: BlogHer Surprise, or How I Misunderstood Almost Everything  If I wanted to do this blogging and writing thing with a bag on my head, I would have had to make that choice at the very beginning. I don’t think I would do it differently even if I had it to do over again. . . . → Read More: Into the Heart of the Thing  I start a load of laundry, take the boy to school, pour a cup of coffee, put the dogs out, answer email. I fold a load of laundry, make some phone calls, drink another cup of coffee, sit at my desk and write a few listless words that won’t go where I want them . . . → Read More: Behind My Eyes I wrote part five of The Transcendent Familiar (No idea what I’m talking about? Here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4). Really, I did. As it turns out, though, what I thought was part 5 is actually part 6 (I think, though who knows? Maybe it’s part 7, or 12, or 34.). . . . → Read More: Follow That Rabbit Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Some stories are like laundry. The longer you put off telling them, the bigger they grow. This story, the one about my earliest adulthood and my relationship with Jacob and Abbie’s dad, has reached the ceiling, toppled over, and begun to spread across the hall and into the . . . → Read More: The Ugly Familiar 3.1: I Won’t Fade Away This post by Alex at Late Enough led me to this post by Neil at Citizen of the Month which led me to this piece by Neil Genzlinger at the New York Times Sunday Book Review. Genzlinger’s piece is called “The Problem With Memoirs” and opens with the memorable line, “[a] moment of silence, please, . . . → Read More: Isolation, Connection, and the Infinitely Recurring Memoir Controversy The summer after I finished the fourth grade, I spent a week at YMCA summer camp. I got to my cabin and put my duffel bag on my bunk and looked around. There wasn’t even one familiar face among the other campers. On a whim, I decided I would be someone different. That someone . . . → Read More: Faker A long sabbatical from blogging leaves a blank space where there should be thousands of words. Non-bloggers probably don’t know about that vacancy, but every writer knows what I mean. The words of the past months are starting to crowd my skull, but fortunately, a happy thing happened last week: when I thought of . . . → Read More: My (not so) Triumphant Return  |
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