shereanWriting During a PandemicWriters know our people. We have a shorthand, a mutual understanding. If you’ve ever stared down a blank piece of paper and come out the…Apr 6, 20201Apr 6, 20201
shereanToday is the Day I’ll Find Out if I Have Breast CancerToday is the day I’ll find out if I have breast cancer. “Sometime this afternoon,” to be precise, per the very kind nurse who called to…Oct 4, 2016Oct 4, 2016
shereanWhat I Most Need to Tell Myself About 2016Meanwhile, in woo land, everyone is connecting with their authentic selves, promising to be more honest, more in touch, more raw, more…Dec 2, 2015Dec 2, 2015
shereanAm I white?“Are you white,” my provocative and very clever friend, Lauren, (who is black) asked me. The question took me aback. It doesn’t matter how…Jul 17, 20151Jul 17, 20151
shereanMy Quiver’s Half FullI’m dipping my toe in a pool of words. A very little pool. Maybe it’s deep, maybe it’s not. I only have one toe in so it’s hard to say. I…Jan 7, 2015Jan 7, 2015
shereanOn 9/11 — Stop Telling Me Not to ForgetOf course we remember. Today and every day. Our country experienced a kind of collective PTSD. We struggled then – and now – for words, the…Sep 11, 2014Sep 11, 2014