Newsworthy

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

Isn’t He Lovely?

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?

An Open Letter to Martha Stewart, or “I Ain’t Goin’ Back to Jail.”

        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.”

Emptied

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

If You Are Reading This And We Went To High School Together, I’m Totally Not Talking About You Here.

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.

The Link (Part 3)

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)