I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! For a time, my friend Sheree worked in my city, and sometimes she’d shoot me a text before her long commute home. Leaving Bethville. It always made me smile. It was a loving wave between friends, friends who saw each other too […]
Note: This post is from my earlier days as a parenting columnist. One day, I will hand it off to my daughters, to help them win the gold. My daughter has discovered a new spectator sport: watching Mommy go to the bathroom. So much for privacy, but I only have myself to blame. After all, I’m the one who opened the door of opportunity to her, so to speak. I did it because I thought […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! Today I woke feeling blue. And I said to myself, “I feel blue.” And then, “Why blue?” Blue is the color of sea and sky and beloved denim. In the Feng Shui pantheon of colors, it’s at the top for promoting peace […]
I wrote this piece years ago, when I was launching two careers: writer and mom. Both paid poorly and I had to share an office with someone who didn’t clean up after herself. Still I managed, even in the face of adversity, as this piece attests. I’m a mom who works at home. For those who think I’m being redundant — what mom doesn’t work at home? — let me be specific: I work for […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I stand here in the stillness of a night not yet formed, scanning the blue for an early star, and I wish, as I’ve done since a child: Might I get my wish tonight. There’s no talk […]
I love this quote and most especially its author, Sarah Stup. Sarah is a gifted writer and one of my all-time favorite clients. She has autism and literally types to speak. And what lovely things she shares about life and love. She also writes about difficult things, like the experience of autism — its sights and sounds, the loneliness. Of all her pieces — and I’ve read hundreds — this is one of my favorites: […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I’m in Panera’s. Across from me is a mother and daughter. I’m guessing the mom’s in her sixties, the daughter in her thirties. They’re talking loud enough so I can’t concentrate on my writing but soft enough […]
Note: I wrote this piece in August, 2013, about Jenna, my youngest, a few weeks before she moved into her own apartment. Near tears. I would be in tears, but Jenna, my youngest, will be awake soon, and little girls don’t like to see mommies cry, it throws them off, scares them. But mommies do cry, and though she is still my little girl, she’s soon to be 19. She’s home for the summer and […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! So, there I am, roaming the exhibit hall of the BlogHer conference, my complimentary canvass bag overflowing with … Actually, I don’t know what half the stuff is, other than it’s free. Exhibitors with hopeful faces keep […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I am not always kind. I can be grouchy and not yield to merging traffic. I don’t call my mother as often as I should and don’t always thank supermarket baggers. I kill ants and find flaws […]
I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! For a time, my friend Sheree worked in my city, and sometimes she’d shoot me a text before her long commute home. Leaving Bethville. It always made me smile. It was a loving wave between friends, friends who saw each other too... Read more.
