Yesterday I ate ice cream in the middle of the day. I cried off and on. I marveled at the…
What I’m Telling My Children
My seven year old has only known a world with an African American president. He thinks we are joking with him that Trump won…
My mother died four years ago in June. I remember exactly where I stood in the Paradise Pier Hotel lobby in Disneyland…
I’ve always been the kind of person who likes–ok loves — to make lists. I’ll get out my prettiest pens, my loveliest highlighters and set out a list that needs to be achieved by the end of the week or–if I’m feeling especially motivated–the end of…
When I first returned to the workforce, I was still nursing. I started a new job–one that was…
I’d like to play along and say that yes, you’re right, he is. But he went to bed at the usual time last night. He’s…
If I write them on Medium, then they must stick, right? OK, here I go: