Our small, local newspaper has begun printing a Sunday paper. Technically it’s the Friday edition, since this particular newspaper is infamous for printing things two days late, but the paper comes on Sunday, it has a plethora of ads, and it is spread out in pieces all around my house, and so by definition, it’s … More Newsworthy
Indiana is at a very important moral and political crossroads. It is crucial that we move forward and recognize all citizens as equal, and afford all citizens equal application of the law. I have written an email today to our Attorney General, pleading for him to not place a stay on a ruling which declared … More For My Son: A Plea for Equality
I sometimes feel sorry for people. The homeless. The hungry. The injured. Never cats. I sometimes feel sorry for people who haven’t been divorced. There’s nothing like a lousy ex-spouse to make your current spouse look ah-mazing. Granted, a person who has been married for 25 years to just one person, together maybe since they … More Taking On Me, Taking Me On
I am madly, deeply, entirely in love today. I am going to let my son be the author of this post, because in his newfound fatherhood, he has found clarity. He has discovered profound love. “So here we are. Who would have thought that at 7:09 pm on 6/19/2014, my heart would be split into … More Isn’t He Lovely?
Dear Martha Stewart, I am writing to ask you, gently yet firmly, to stop contacting me via email and the U.S. Postal Service. Our friendship, perhaps our co-dependency, was forged in a much different time for both of us. Somewhere around 1996, I fell in love with your organizational skills, your … More An Open Letter to Martha Stewart, or “I Ain’t Goin’ Back to Jail.”
There are those days which runners inevitably face. Hot days, humid days, tired days, hormonal days, rainy days with puddles, Mondays, days your knees hate you, days when your bladder won’t shut up, and days which you lack intestinal fortitude. For this runner, today was all of those days. If you are reading this and … More For the Intestinally Challenged Runner
I was a mother for 23 years. Like all mothers before and after me, I learned to breastfeed and wash strange stains from baby clothes. I learned to heat baby food and make spoon-airplane noises. I thrilled at roll-overs and stand-alones and first steps. I foolishly taught my sons to run, read, and dress themselves. … More Emptied
High school reunions are like colonoscopies. Everyone should go to one, but when it’s over, and you realize things are fine, you don’t really want to go to another one. I graduated high school on a warm May day in 1987. The hair was amazingly large and I wore panty hose. There was no remorse … More If You Are Reading This And We Went To High School Together, I’m Totally Not Talking About You Here.
France, July 22, 1944 Darling: …Yesterday I had to visit all the units again, to get statements for my report. The regiment is in contact with the enemy, so such trips always have their skin-prickling moments…. Today, I awoke with the knowledge that it is D-Day. I was taught the significance of this … More A Letter from Normandy
Kara sat in the busy diner surrounded by the smell of bacon and by people who looked just as anxious and nervous as she. She folded and unfolded the empty sweetener packet and was so lost in her thoughts that she visibly jumped when Rachael Connor slid into the booth and sat across from her. … More The Link (Part 3)